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Earthquake
Thundering voices shake the walls
As clattering dishes start to fall
Words take aim like freshly sharpened blades
Their only intention
to bring pain
Echoing louder
Rage increases
Have you forgotten the children sleeping?
They're wide awake now covering their heads
Hoping by morning it'd be over yet
And when morning comes
Who picks up the pieces
Of the broken home
You created
© Kre8