A Day

There was an announcement amplified 
Speakers screamed, where's dad, hide
But that's a mistranslation thus 
Lost realities leaking pus 

For the worst imagined dream 
Nightmare eyes a purple gleam
Rounded corners words won't go 
Ninety greedy fretting foe 

Who's with who the style is gone
Minutes later, birthing fawn 
Won't your eyes a story tell 
Childhood lies forever hell

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