It struck me like a blow in the face,
The cold truth naked before me.
I’m not a Strongman,
But a Muse,
A Bard;
My Verses are sung by the Masses.
I am but a Man who stands before ye;
Those who came before me, asks the age-old wonder:
“Has it always been this way?”
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
It struck me like a blow in the face,
The cold truth naked before me.
I’m not a Strongman,
But a Muse,
A Bard;
My Verses are sung by the Masses.
I am but a Man who stands before ye;
Those who came before me, asks the age-old wonder:
“Has it always been this way?”
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