#5

Equate it with equalness

And the numbers disappear

Leaving a trail behind

Of scars and prayers.

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Run

The clouds are at the top and when the sky’s the limit

you stop and wonder and know what’s hidden

run away with a parasol, they might lie

when truth detects over everybody’s, is your time.

 

Run, this blizzard is hard

of the fear that might catch you trying

run, this world is fast

you might catch it dying.

 

Run, the fate is here

the rumours were right and so were you

run, the trial doesn’t last too long

it will be a favour for whom you suffer.