Its An Insect Thing
The clamor
The cry
The call
The fight is on
What's in the ceilings, corners and cabinets
It's time to shine
Shine in the mud and the puddles
It's time to get torn and dirty
The rain won't come again
Break through the cocoon
No more hideouts now
It's time to shine
Shine with wounds open like windows overlooking the sea of agony and pain
It's time to rip through the swarm and rise in the open sky
Feel the air and wait till it rains again
It's time to rise
Rise above all
poem by Falky Flakes
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