Twisted metal skeleton,
Storm of flying glass.
What's done is done,
And time continues to pass.
Loud sirens and flashing lights,
With people rushing to and fro.
I just won the fight of all fights,
But what happened, I don't know.
Curtains and sterile white,
Not sure where we are.
Something's not quite right,
But mom thanks her lucky stars.
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