The Not Thickens

This is not a carnival.

it's an airplane,

and you're sitting on the wing.

it's calamity not calm,

it's insanity after all.

This is not cohesion,

it's a wall,

and you're on the outside looking in,

this is not firm,

it's ice that's thin.

This is not a game,

It's a shame,

and you're at fault,

this has combusted,

a lightening's bolt.

This is not a canvas,

it's a crime scene,

and you're the bloody hand print,

guilty as presumed,

this isn't hope,

this is doomed.

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Thank you u/mustctv for allowing me to expound on your original content. I hope I did it justice.