Today I cried
For something I left behind
I’d run back in an instant
If there were any hope to find
Enemies of mine
Destroyed all that was fine
Dreams, songs and wine
Disappeared before their time
I became a fantasy of the past
The towers I built turned into dust
My armour of gold
Stolen and sold
Through no fault of my own
I’m stripped to the bone
Perhaps grateful I should be
For the naked truth in me
Is now here for all to see
I, the wild beast, is finally free
Serazer Pekerman
03.12.22
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