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The Aftermath
What can we learn from the aftermath of disaster
As we hunt through the wreckage for survivors
But find only bodies to bury
Sobered by the cruelness of life
The cruelness of self
For this was no act of god
We caused this
I caused this
With blood on my hands I submit to the reckoning
I led us down a path of no return
For I could see the crash site ahead
But I was asleep at th...
Thursday 8th August 2024 2:27 pm
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