Blast From The Past

Lest we rest, Triumphant
In silence

With our defiance displayed in an array of violence

By the tyrants, who's confidence in gods and monuments

Outweigh the judgements, laid by our government

an institution of confusion, the result of a cranial contusion

It;s just an illusion

Created for the usual, delusional masses

Those crazy bastards

  When I was a mere bud of the woman I am only beginning to blossom as, I wrote that. 13 years ago, as a young pup I had more of a sense of self than I do now. It's time to get back to my roots.

  This weekend has been a blast from the past, and has brought the realization that I know who I am, I simply learned to forget. Now, I remember.