Confusion

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An autopsy to be performed

During the hours of silence

With no time for them to be mourned

In the presence of their absence

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Trouble has followed through the cracks

To greet me with immense pleasure

I skitter upon bloody backs

That will show me only leisure

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You see through the rain so clearly

A treasure that will give nothing,

And oh, I loved it so dearly,

But love has never been trusting

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What exactly am I saying?

I have lost the ability,

To reason with the ones praying

Season of possibility

For people that are still playing

They could control reality,

But they are stuck, contemplating

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Idiom

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