Engulfed by the fear and manic,
My family shielding me from the ticking of time.
A locality to be persecuted in seeming revenge,
for mistaken behaviour
nothing short of a crime.
To gather. To prepare.
To scheme with such urgency
that only fear could induce.
To protect. To escape.
But nothing can save us
from the problems only humans produced.
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