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Change

What would change
In your life
With unlimited range
Love? No strife?

Everything is confusing
How do you justify
Somebody using
A machine that makes them die

The machine
The engine
A shining sheen
You get in

Oh but it's shit inside
The machine that pulls you down
Can't justify
When you eventually die

Confusing I know
Can't grow
Your stuck
No luck

Doors locked
The guns cocked
Duck
F***!

You fall
Dragged to the hall
Justify?
When you die

The machine
The damn gleam
You want it
But you get hit

Might not undertake
Think it's fake
When testimony falls
All the maws

Hungry
No understanding
Angry
No landing

Taken
Fallen
Controlled
The petrol

Burning up your arm
can't pull away
Causing great harm
Just go away?

Leave me in tears
Dying
Crying
Feeling my silent scream in my ears

Makes you want to scream
You don't understand
Looking at my burnt hand
The damn machine

Silent slaughter
His daughter
My tears
Many years

Blood
In a flood
You don't undertake
What it would take

What would you have changed
Burning on a range
Oh his daughter
The wicked laughter

The battle wasn't over
How it all came through
His daughter
He survived

Falling out of the machine he came
I was back in the body
The very same
Somebody

I found it
I lost it
On the tips of my raw fingers
Then...

I was back in my body
I looked at who I thought I was
Who it was
My daughter was..his daughter

I was..who?
Who was I, standing there
Watching on
Nothing now, all was gone

Black, pitch black, jumping back
The house, burning, no undertaking
No mistaking
It was his

How do you justify
When they might die
What would you change
To pull him off the range

I wrote this when I was very mad and sad. Someone I had liked told me off, I was very sad, and my grandpa had died. So ya, tell me what you think.