Bombs

Ascending from the sky, as if they were angels,
Yet contrasting with what they truly are, they paint a picture of us.
Though they label us as bombers, we can't even hold a gun in our hands.
Here they are, maybe labeling us as bombers; maybe we really are the bomb,
But contrary to what I thought, it's what they think. 🥀

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