The Thief Lives in Suburbia
Picket fences burned
With the fires of inferiority
Green grass ripped
By apathy left rewarded
Front door torn in two
From scarlet tears withheld
Invincible oak uprooted
Fertility now irrelevant.
Who has watched this deed unfold?
The one who harbors this home.
His key tainted by soiled choice
Truly, betrayal has reigned this night
Within this house
Whose walls ne’er stood.
Hearth of a whore
Fortress no more.
No more.
No more.
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