Fallen
Crumbling on the tile.
Turning as cold as ice.
Trying to pick up the pile,
But the volume increases twice.
While breaking down their blowing up,
Turning and twisting stone and rock.
Creating creaks in the golden cups.
Invading the kingdom without a knock.
Destruction.
Chaos.
Conflict.
Anger.
Sadness.
Fear.
Enough is enough!
Turning as cold as ice.
Trying to pick up the pile,
But the volume increases twice.
While breaking down their blowing up,
Turning and twisting stone and rock.
Creating creaks in the golden cups.
Invading the kingdom without a knock.
Destruction.
Chaos.
Conflict.
Anger.
Sadness.
Fear.
Enough is enough!
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My culinary school classmates have some problems.After a big blow out, anxiety attack and drama that wasn't needed, I wrote this.
xxBambi