realizing what you’ve done


Realizing What You’ve Done

Read this
& weep.


Lay low,
wait for
the bugles
to blow.


a warning.


Duck down.


Here they


Brace yourself.


You’re not
in a


You’re not
an atheist.


You’re fodder.


A heap
of regrets.


A distorted
sum total.


Before it’s
over you’ll
know what
you’ve done.

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