by Lizardin Bain

End

The words formed a pile –

rumors, lies, acquisitions…

It wasn’t quiet in a while –

Just awful conditions.

 

The pride may as well froth,

To its heart content.

It is shaken and wroth,

But no one will repent.

 

There’ll be no “sorrys”

No empty explanations.

Let’s postpone the worries,

And delete the foundations.

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