The splatter against everything. The calamity of light and sound.Nothing is the same but refuge can be found.
Through the darkness, explosions will be seen. A crash cuts through the air. One that can't be fathomed, or gleaned. It's beautiful, and a fiend, but if it isn't seen it cant fulfill its purpose or its dreams.
Now it's faded and all that's left is the roar. You can leave your refuge, dance in the rain, and be scared no more.
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