Culture

You took my sight from me

 

 

I was left wandering the ruins

I was left wondering whether things were ruined

You gave false hope because you know nothing else

 

Your fires left no bridges

Your tongue lagged behind our truths

You waged a false war because your bones thrive on nothing else

 

You took my sight away from me

But shame on me for being so gullible

Yet shame shall live forever more in your gut

 

I was left with broken fairy tale illussions

And a bitter taste from being disillussioned

But at least there are tales for these tells

 

I had been momentarily stuck on a moving ridge

Yet there are no more smokestacks on the roofs

I found my own fire and belts

 

You took my sight away from me

Gladly now there is no bubble

So, horray for my stinging cut

 

 

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