Amoreena Had Enough Yesterday

Beautiful brain has turned.
Mother's gone mad.
Jars of formaldehyde.
Terribly bad.
Dad works his days away, mending the rust on an old wooden time machine.
Sawing sawdust.
Amoreena had enough yesterday.
Where has her purpose gone, entrepreneur.
The need to create something kept in a drawer.
Those who are listening can't be too sure.
Words exit from her mouth and fall on the floor.
Amoreena had enough yesterday.
Drawing the line again.
Drafting a war.
Peace is the same for you for nothing at all.



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Writer(s): Gregory Keith Curvey
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