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I've taken something sacred Something I probably shouldn't have Just when the dust settled they came for me Swarming my room like angry bees They couldn't find my stolen treasure So they settled for the next best thing: My Memory And now here I remain Unable to remember where I put my treasures Or what they were Or why they were precious in the first place Here I remain A wretched creature unable to remember value and worth Or why these concepts were ever important Here I remain A pillar of the temple fallen Untouched by time Yet removed from its load bearing status But alas The eternally burning flame I've endured and enshrouded myself in Keeps my cold heart warm And as I'm burned to a crisp and reborn by the flames of Olympus I can't help but to feel an echo of emotion Or maybe recall the phantom of a memory Of a time when I was hungry for this very warmth A time when this eternal fire was all I craved Why? I can't recall. Maybe there was once a reason for my treasonous action Maybe it was even a good one But none of that matters anymore I have it now And no matter how many times this very flame robs me of my memory and experiences I can at least say that I'll always remember the day that I've taken something sacred.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
Promethean Predicament
I've taken something sacred Something I probably shouldn't have Just when the dust settled they came for me Swarming my room like angry bees They couldn't find my stolen treasure So they settled for the next best thing: My Memory And now here I remain Unable to remember where I put my treasures Or what they were Or why they were precious in the first place Here I remain A wretched creature unable to remember value and worth Or why these concepts were ever important Here I remain A pillar of the temple fallen Untouched by time Yet removed from its load bearing status But alas The eternally burning flame I've endured and enshrouded myself in Keeps my cold heart warm And as I'm burned to a crisp and reborn by the flames of Olympus I can't help but to feel an echo of emotion Or maybe recall the phantom of a memory Of a time when I was hungry for this very warmth A time when this eternal fire was all I craved Why? I can't recall. Maybe there was once a reason for my treasonous action Maybe it was even a good one But none of that matters anymore I have it now And no matter how many times this very flame robs me of my memory and experiences I can at least say that I'll always remember the day that I've taken something sacred.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
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