Blind Gods

September 6, 2019

I'm blinded by your light,

You who is a god in my eyes.

Tell me, what good is vision

If you do nothing but block it out?

Oh Apollo, god of the Sun,

You've taken form as my Superman

But your Kryptonite is nowhere to be found

And your people suffer often

At your own hand.

Who will save us now?

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