Media catches the snivel of a city,
Plummeting rock bottom,
Suffering infelicitous departed.
For he who bother sanity,
Boycott vile external absorption.
This is not my town.

The day that distorted the tempo’s essence,
Is rejected with incredulity,
From embryonic communique.
The juncture foregoing
A vanquished lament of interpretation,
Yields the innocence from a massacre.
This is not my town

Where respire didn't bear culpability,
Titter wasn’t pursued by remorse,
And every prosper was unbound to insensitivity.
Ubiquitous retort from antipode,
Brobdingnagian to Lilliputian,
Nihilism transmogrified the dauntless
This is not my town

Brittle ether metamorphosed,
Anxiety hindering as one
Begins to occlude, asphyxiating,
Horror nurses discomposure,
Every door deemed a blast.
Paranoia sooths in lemon soaked wounds,
This is not my town.

No fate nor rationale,
Only why’s.
Five futures purloined,
Statistics evoke happenstance,
For perhaps
This could be
My state
My town
My community
My school
My friends
My family
My loved ones
Me

This is my state,
This is my town,
This is my community,
This is my friends,
This is my loved ones,
And although
This is not my school,
This is not my family,
This is me.

I am
What I am
Because
I am my state
I am my town
I am my community
I am my school
I am my friends
I am my family
I am my loved ones
I am me.

This will impact us
This will move us
This will change us
This will bring us to the edge

But
This
Will
Not
Break
Us

For we are Marysville Strong