The Scorpion Deathlock - The Devil Wears Prada

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.

Plagues enclose.

Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.

In this moment I am helpless.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

No poem I"ve wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.

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In this moment I am helpless.

Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.

I"ve always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.

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