Distraction
In this Jungian nightmare
I was the divine lightning Rod
Like a famed and beloved ruler
A way to simple tool from a shed
But hidden in plain sight in my eyes
Was the vision of a champion rising
Angelic wheel turning one last time
Before even I can rest the phoneys
Had to walk this road for past trauma
A golden switch, no more gassing up
I was the divine lightning Rod
Like a famed and beloved ruler
A way to simple tool from a shed
But hidden in plain sight in my eyes
Was the vision of a champion rising
Angelic wheel turning one last time
Before even I can rest the phoneys
Had to walk this road for past trauma
A golden switch, no more gassing up
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: David de Vreer | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 februari 2025 | ||
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