Their burden to bear
Self-inflicting wounds through grave misunderstandings
Interchangeable cycles and thorough examinations
Of something lost in machinations
And terrible old recycled imaginations keep us rugged and bare
Raw and red and trembling
Invited inside
A shambling mess
She cried out in agony
How tragic the tragedy
He took it all
It’s how it had to be
And now the spinners of old lies will realise it’s their time
Because she’s fine
You can’t get to me
It was never there
It was never mine
His is a tired line
A blade sharpened too fine
An ancient tool beyond repair
It’s all collapsing
And she’s fine
About the Creator
Secret Bract
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