The rods are all broken

The curtains are torn

The windows are cracked

The floorboards are worn


So much time wasted

Cleaning out dust

You marched in with mud

Hate and mistrust


Now the portraits are ash

And ashes all fall

My mother she weeps

There's blood on the walls 


of my heart. 


You've demolished my heart. 



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