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no time to eat

I wanted to eat, but now I have class
no time for a treat, I better run fast
shouldn't have taken so long in the shower
now I'll have to sit through class for an hour


hear the low growl of thunder
'neath the shrill cry of the stormcrow
aloft the turbulent winds of chaos
travels the distant flash of anger


I'm living in a wasteland
staring at ghosts
surrounded by wraiths
devoid of hope