Pseudonym
Are we foolish?
Lovers in blissful ignorance.
Losers in constant malevolence.
We are tremors,
Earthquakes all dolled up.
I am the crust,
So you must be the core.
We must unite all readily,
Earthquake in the night,
And approach all stealthily,
Kill em’ all.
No people in sight.
Or a soul in view.
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