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Compasses
Compasses ticking in each breath
Where will they lead?
In this world filled with meth
Maybe a coral filled reef?

Or maybe a forest
Possibly with a cottage?
Might be creepy and horrid
Guess you won't make it to college

But wherever the wind blows
The compass will lead
You to where your fate glows
Maybe yours is a tree?

The compass winds up
And ticks like a bomb
But with speed and luck
You'll be gone before long

Guiding traveler
Tired but not dead
Paths unravel
The grass soaked in red

Guiding traveler
Blood in their hair
Shaking in terror
As the sirens start to blair
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