A numb sense of right & wrong
The aftermath of events went nuclear
Making an esoteric pact all alone by a round table
Who what when why - identity crisis of belief
Even with the chill of culmination
I recall the actual events of long ago, like it was yesterday.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
A numb sense of right & wrong
The aftermath of events went nuclear
Making an esoteric pact all alone by a round table
Who what when why - identity crisis of belief
Even with the chill of culmination
I recall the actual events of long ago, like it was yesterday.
I went nowhere, and found myself everywhere.
Somewhere, is always where I've been.
4th of March, 2018.
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