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"Bombshell Blast"

Tear away its Dignity
Rip it of its Pride
Steal it of its Happiness
Make it run and Hide

Maybe it will become cold
Or maybe become hot
Or maybe it wonít change at all
And yet, I hope it does not

Is it better to be on the wrong track
And face the right way,
Or to be on the right track
And face the wrong way?

Whichever track it takes
Neither can be right
Itís time to shatter the illusions
And step into the light.