DID YOU?

When you left, it was a lasting impression.
Like I mean
You should have asked us for permission
Before you embarked on this dangerous mission
So tell me who commissioned you?
Did you think of the damnation?
Or the condemnation on us?
Did you?

 You walked away and deep into the horizon
You just left us on heard and read
Can you imagine the hurt?
Do you even know the nasty part
Can be sure it passed you for a fact
Now we are into sects
Did you think it would be the same?
Did you?

 As the day dawned in your absence
At first we realized your essence
But with the distance and time lost
We have learnt to make a toast
And ignore the corner seat
And assume your presence
To memories we gave our preference
Did you think of what you turned us into?
Did you?

 What had been covered up for so long blew up
Not like it was to stay shady forever
The secrets
All came to the surface and to counter we gave in to the slang "Warever"
Because what's done is done
Did you think of the ashes that will be dug up?
Did you?

 He was innocent when you left
Now he knows all about cents
And from a distance tells its scents
That is what now rules his world
An illustration and before you could clarify,
You left
Did you think through of the consequences of telling him
That money runs the world
How, you said not, that he went to find out.
Did you?

 The fabric that held it together
Or so it seemed
Disentangled, leaving each of the octa alone.
In sadness to wallow
By hatred swallowed
Did you think of the hurt?
Did you?

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