Friday, September 1, 2023

Bombarded

Bombarded with conversation
Bombarded on again 
Bombarded in the blink of an eye
Bombarded from the amount of offering a sandwich to me but it contains a continuous to kill it countryman.
 A kind of hate
     it reaches to the next of light and questions light it'self 
                                    to you, charging generations to the way they've found 
                   
                       and killing off anything else

Bombarded aft the light of remedial slumber
Bombarded less awake at night 
Bombarded reaching for the shelter you bought
           to me 
Bombarded in your wired affronting way
                               Brought forth by the  
Cult of freedom 
     That kind of freedom I'd assume a moral

Completion
     It'd accept a cristal similarly

      

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