When the cracks are within
the walls
The time has taken its
toll to make it
It will be difficult to
mend the rift
As it will be too far out
to make amends
The sight of each other
The walk behind the walls
How long will it last for
the leaders?
The show has to take its
bow
It's only the listless
followers
They don't see it right
there
They are dreaming of the
power
They can do no wrong
But the virus attacks
inwards
Crawling into the minds
and souls
Leaving no free space to
move
Cluttered it up slowly
choking it
The end is coming
The party once dead got a
second chance
Yet its leaders failed to
learn
Now the virus makes its
home
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