This place is collapsing
Piercing shards droping from the buildings
The walls crumbling awy, the ground a casum
Into witch our foughts are falling.
The sity of speling and gramma is braking,
The fowndatuns ar sincing.
Two many errors now its shayking.
The sky is ript, and down coms the rayn
Melting like the alphabet, into
The saging pits of hell. Are thy to blym?
Or isit tha noize that ekos in the nite
The hum s bak
Mesing wiv our life's
Flee like the letas scrambling
The punct.ation warping
Flea like the birds who's wins are
Flapping.
They're are massages I n th words
In the screems, Its like a bad dreem
that noiz feeds. All is falin aprt at the seems
Run.
Get owt
The time is
Now
I n the static. In the sound.
The hum is all around.
In the very letters
nd wrds we use al the tyme
So run.
Rn
Four yore lif.
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