What now
Don’t talk to me in riddles
Don’t bother me with rhymes
Name it, shake it, fake it
But make sure you know its mine
I can’t
Hear the thunder roar
See the waves crash over
fear it, shame it, fake it
But be sure I know you lied
So What
The fear is yours
The pain is mine
The endless to and fro
Angry tears down weary years
A database of sorrow
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