No place like home


Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson

People existing in the streets day by day

Lives, homes, and family leave their side

Unwilling to face her kisses -- or unable.


Riots break out

Lives begin to crumble

One last goodbye

Ripen to a helpless smile, tomato-red.



Marching on the cruel rough ground

The sent of smoke hit me like a brick

I see my life flash before my eyes

Her juicy lips one last kiss


I want to return to my home

One autumn morn he felt his sour face

ruthless and restless his body aches

A warm welcom, theres no place like home



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