Trip on this wire, flood this gate
Step on a sharp stone, infuriate.
Smell this flower, leave it dead
Not in blood but stained in red.
Truly existant, yet unseen
My happiness drenched in gasoline
Ignite this mess, burry the ashes,
A once stable mind, everybody misses.
Is it over yet?
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