Detonation of a potent position,
Polarization of procrastination,
Pivot over how we did it...
Our dim wit... damn it!
Do we care a bit?
During this day,
And, during this age,
The wrong way,
On Her stage,
We play the part,
Of the fool,
Without a heart,
... very cruel.
The day of the night,
Long after the medieval,
In the middle of evil,
I find myself asking and wondering,
I find myself missing and wandering,
Bewildered at how barbaric...
Feeling sick.
I beg forgiveness,
For having done this.