I looked to the skies,
my mind a whirlpool of muses.
Why for, is the sky orange?
Why for, are my delicate hands caked with blood?
Starbursts across the skyline.
Screams resonated through the boulevard.
When will this ever end?
I'm a victim of the exams. ):
(Starbursts=endless examination scripts
screams-our agony and sufferings
hands caked with blood-from all the writing)
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