3. Patterns of Destruction

Sleepless sleep in the middle of the day

While the monsters lay in hide

To catch their pray

My town is being bomb

While I am in the park

I hide in the darkness of my mind

In order not to take responsibility

Reprogramming my memory

Evaporating the destructive

Patterns of generations

To come and go

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