I can not find you in a happy place
There are no ribbons tonight
the world has gone grey
the land is obliterated with ash
and downed trees
there is no color in my dream tonight
there are holes in the earth
the pockets of methane
have exploded
and so have the faults
the wabash
and the new madrid
awake and in a fury
shake loose the flea of man
smell of burnt
everything
through a lens of destruction
we sat and cried
Note: “7.1” refers to the richter scale for earthquakes
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