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Lights from the Sky

Lights from the sky
Midnight on the clock
Lights are shining through the window
Beams of light pierce through the blinds
Outside, a gear grinds
What is the sound I hear I wonder
I sit and wonder
I lay back and ponder
I stand up and look through
The sky is a blaze
With a red and green haze
I try to run
Though it seems the do this for fun
The men have not a face
There is not a empty space
I awake and it was all a dream
Sweat running down my face
My chest as tight as a knotted lace
I then begin breathe
I now think
This can happen within a blink
Running, breathing, fighting,
It’s all on one page
When you have so much RAGE

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