TRAUMA'S A WRECKING BALL
TRAUMA'S A WRECKING BALL
Do not forgive them evermore,
they know just what they do.
Tis the aftermath of their wrath
of which they have no clue.
They take a piece of innocence,
a shovel and some lime,
bury it deep, beyond the reach,
fomenting in the mind.
Hidden trip wires everywhere,
covertly Intertwined.
Shrodingers ticking time bomb,
the trauma left behind.
Doesn't flinch from experience,
another blow inbound.
A wrecking ball of insanity.
Defiantly stand your ground.
Picking up the broken pieces,
holding them together.
Owning ground in normal town takes
strength beyond all measure
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