you are right,
i know this,
since i never knew,
anything about my whereabouts,
when objectives flamed,
in smokes,
and strains pierced,
blistering ambitions,
predatory weathers,
prevailed on roofs,
and pyramids,
raised on sands,
when humanity was shackled,
and scales were invented,
to weigh the mass value of bloods and water,
and flesh was fuelled,
to raise walls,
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