realizing what you’ve done

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Realizing What You’ve Done

Read this
& weep.

 

Lay low,
wait for
the bugles
to blow.

 

Bellow
a warning.

 

Duck down.

 

Here they
come.

 

Brace yourself.

 

You’re not
in a
foxhole.

 

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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