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Out At NightAt night I hear the blood-curdling cries.
Through the windows I can see their yellow eyes.
The creatures that only come out at night,
The ones that give everyone a fright.
It is unheard of to purposely be out past dusk.
Hear the scurries and smell the musk.
Everyone stays in.
No one goes out,
Figurative writingHe was like a brick wall;A government gate with sensitive detectors ready to shut you out on any sign of trouble. Everything is going great, then you slip up, once, and -'bang'-the bolt lock clicks shut and your locked out for what seems like years. Then you plea for mercy until,slowly,the doors inch their way open, welcoming you into their secret files, but if you ask to know about the wrong thing,something FBI wouldn't want you to know about,the doors slam shut in a blink of an eye,and your pushed out again, only to find yourself right where you started. This time, though, the security cameras lock onto you, watching your every move, reading every expression, hoping you won't try again, because the door's hinges are ready to break, to fall apart and disintegrate.
That is all we got.
How we fought.
We try to stop war,
But it still goes on.
Iraq and Iran,
Bombs and dirt,
If everyone would realize what is right,
And just stop,
No one would have to fight.
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