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Guitars were smashed across the stage
as the lights are brought to the ground.
Hearts are broken,
dreams are crushed,
and any hope you ever had of living
is struck to the ground like lightning.
Booming thunder and strikes of lightning
bring burning flames to the stage.
This was the thing that kept you living.
Deep earthquakes crack the ground.
Every building in sight is crushed,
and the sound barrier is broken.
Try to repair the hopes that have broken
with the clouds that broken with lightning.
Fireballs fall and the notes are crushed,
instrument remains decorate the stage.
You collapse on the ground,
wondering if there's any point in living.
You've got to find a reason to keep living
despite that you saviour is broken.
You claw deep into the ground
to save yourself from lightning
and, for the last time, reach the stage.
Protect yourself from being crushed.
Every bit of your soul has been crushed,
and your heart is the only thing still living.
People run from the stage
to protect themselves from the broken
and the glory of the lightning
as it bounces from the ground.
You press your face into the ground
as the last of your spirit is crushed
from the last spark of lightning.
You take one last breath for living,
a reward for being so broken,
for reaching the stage.
The last of the stage has been crushed,
you lay on the ground and take one more for living,
every bone has been broken by the lightning.
as the lights are brought to the ground.
Hearts are broken,
dreams are crushed,
and any hope you ever had of living
is struck to the ground like lightning.
Booming thunder and strikes of lightning
bring burning flames to the stage.
This was the thing that kept you living.
Deep earthquakes crack the ground.
Every building in sight is crushed,
and the sound barrier is broken.
Try to repair the hopes that have broken
with the clouds that broken with lightning.
Fireballs fall and the notes are crushed,
instrument remains decorate the stage.
You collapse on the ground,
wondering if there's any point in living.
You've got to find a reason to keep living
despite that you saviour is broken.
You claw deep into the ground
to save yourself from lightning
and, for the last time, reach the stage.
Protect yourself from being crushed.
Every bit of your soul has been crushed,
and your heart is the only thing still living.
People run from the stage
to protect themselves from the broken
and the glory of the lightning
as it bounces from the ground.
You press your face into the ground
as the last of your spirit is crushed
from the last spark of lightning.
You take one last breath for living,
a reward for being so broken,
for reaching the stage.
The last of the stage has been crushed,
you lay on the ground and take one more for living,
every bone has been broken by the lightning.
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This poem reminds of me how fame can destroy you, whether you gain it or not. Whether this was intended or not, I have no idea.