There is a backdoor,
It is hiding on the floor,
You know how everything goes,
Why pretend, it will not remain close.
Thoughts turn into a boomerang
Silence becomes louder; here they rang.
Something came in,
Could be my twin.
Could we all be on the wrong side of the tracks,
Helping others become figures made of wax?
For god sakes, we knew there was a backdoor,
Now let us enjoy the consequences of this war.
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