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2000-02-00 Z048 {Terror of Mistakes}

We are broken
and in need of adoration.
A token of my truth is here in blood ...
On your walls
on your world!
Your mirror.
It is I who error in my thoughts?
You ought not to correct my splendid ways –

For I am youth!
The truth is never louder,
Never bolder or more ignorant than now.

And the terror of mistake is never greater.

But we are not so fragile.
We are strongest now
whilst strapped to the drum;
and we breathe to its beat,
and the heat from the sun keeps up hopeful.