Crisis

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A time of change,
In our bank accounts.
The bell rings.
People scatter.
People sell, sell, sell.
The bell rings.
The windows open.
It’s over.
Fait has decided.
Nothing is left now, but to jump.
The bell rings.
The floor is lacking in numbers.
People buy, buy, buy.
The bell rings.
It’s already too late.





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