When Mice Roar
The way the situation presented itself
Is in the way that
A hand crushes a shell
All emcompassing
No escape
Meaningless to hope
There is only the struggle to power on
To rebuild after those fragments have fallen
Like heavy dust to an unsuspecting earth
We crash and dissolve and sublimate
Unbeknownst to those
Who drove us to fall in the first place
We move along in sweet melody before
The twisted energy of the crisis
Takes us
And we slip away
Into our problems
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