Wrapped inside this disarray
Devolved, this bondage to decay
This slow dissolving into ash
A cyclone made of dust and trash
Of lives destroyed and damage done.
Thank God I'm the only one.
For I'm disaster in a shell
Destruction cloaked in skin
I'm fleeing heaven, draped in hell
Burning from within.
My enemy wears my skin
And my defense is wearing thin
My self is showing through
Oh God, the awful hue,
The colors are all out of tune
Lord, what am I to do?
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