The darkest of days
The sight we will see
As Rocking Rona campaigns
Lives will be hosted in
A few hundreds of holes
The 6 feet of darkness flow
Where lights will not shine
Only the droplets of falling rain
Maybe the tap dancing by the wind
Hitting the branches and tree trunks
Whispering to the tall grasses nearby
It's darkness right there on the ground
The darkest of days
The sight we will see
The back door can't change
The incompetence will sink in deep
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