Fault Line
Resting on a fault line.
Worlds torn in two.
Clear skies,
No sorrowful sighs
On the right hand side of you.
To the left all will see
What the right is soon to be.
Woe and pain,
All gone insane.
An omen of untruth.
Trapped here in the middle,
Not a breath to be heard.
Waiting for the thunder
To steal every word.
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