Apollo.
Once again,Kassandra had 2 put up a fight.
What else could she do but fight.
Fight 2 explore,all that wasn't,she thought,right in her life.
Cursed,2 speak the truth.
Cursed,2 speak what other's refused 2 believe.
Kassandra,high priestess,had foretold, in her
fractured life,many prophecies.
Prophecies,which no-one believed.
What a catastrophe.
©Wired6.8/10/2021
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