Sometimes invincibility can be assumed,
However is it blinded by unauthentic clouded fumes?
Is one fooling their own self believing?
“I cannot be harmed or touched?”
Where in retrospect they are bringing their day closer to dusk,
Been through so much, hardly a scar,
Not a bone broken from an overturned car,
Warning from an unforeseen and seemingly unimportant source,
Will these “hard ears” be the dying cause?
Just Change!
Easier said than done, my friend!
Easier to let the scene “roll”, rather than change and amend,
Anyway invincible I am, as he were before,
But he was still hung, and for our sins he died for,
WOW!
Realisation of ignorance penetrates the soul, something foul!
Together I am, built by bricks,
Bricks are broken down: reductionist,
Turned back into cement textured thick,
Invincibility can never be personified, let alone presumed,
So invincible you may be, walking straight into your doom.
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