Penultim (or new Word unlocked)
Turn us? To grown ups- you couldn’t-
From youth been heaving though shouldn’t
The dust and the dried blood
The dead trees and brown flood
So where to when all close
Where to when blood flows
Where to when flesh tears
When sirens as one scares
This battle you’re leading is all rob
All spinning in circles like doorknob
The children revolting and wilting
Are proof that His word is penultim