For 38 years it has been,
They tell me, 'Remember May 13.'
How can I remember when I was never told,
A history now grown so cold.
Everything's changing, yet nothing has changed,
Perfect strangers now even more strange.
Cementing separations on numerous occasions,
Self interest of our superior traditions.
Maybe I'll stab my eyes bloody,
And be blind to all that's holy.
You and me, escape to parallel dimensions,
Peppered with near impossible imaginations.
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