The ground is shaking like no tomorrow,
I guess it all derives from my sorrow,
To fight for freedom and for light,
I'm in a war with no sense of sight,
The sky is falling turning red,
A sign of anger, a passion shed,
The warriors all a part of me,
I am the door and they're the key,
So they'll hit me all at once,
As if a leopard ready to pounce,
In all reality I am far from ready,
My insides, my feelings aren't even steady,
Now I pinch myself to wake from this dream,
Only to realise it's worse than it seems.
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