No trumpets called
as I razed these walls
all thoughts ceased
my mind turned to ash
Where were those
who tried to save me
in these ruined streets of shame
No truths, no gods
a sun that did not rise that day
a son that did not rise that day
The lash, the tree and the nail
all it took to undo
what was "undoable"
A wasted look to the sky
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