Burn the fields
Let the rats Think
their Home Is on fire
Build up a mug
In the open
With less shady doors
Here comes the rats
Gushing in like insects
In songs of hopes
seeking refuge in Lucifer's den
locking out their neighbours
to safe space for the damned
in secs and minute's
the mug is filled
shut from within
hope vanishes in thin air
grasping the air
intoxicated with fear like whiskey
is this a trap they murmured
realising the reality
oxygen went out
the mug shattered
in condemnation of dreaming
they were swept off earth like parasite
a lost home
a damned earth
and life without trace
so is the faith
of the rat who trust easily
in things too good to be true.
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