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Pots of Gold
At the end of this storm, will rainbows show?
If so, will those rainbows yield pots of gold?
No more struggling; no more fearmongering
Departing suffering as we begin recovering
This whole thing unfolding just seems surreal
Like consuming both the red and blue pill
Revealing an altered reality full of calamity
Displaying Arkham Asylum type of insanity
Humanity may never be the same again
Who do we attribute to being the villain?
This transition has been wicked and swift
Who was it that opened the Joker's gift?
If so, will those rainbows yield pots of gold?
No more struggling; no more fearmongering
Departing suffering as we begin recovering
This whole thing unfolding just seems surreal
Like consuming both the red and blue pill
Revealing an altered reality full of calamity
Displaying Arkham Asylum type of insanity
Humanity may never be the same again
Who do we attribute to being the villain?
This transition has been wicked and swift
Who was it that opened the Joker's gift?
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