Receptacles

From up here it looks so different
Contains so many souls
A playground for the gods it is
How many does it hold?

Receptacles of information
If only for a brief while
Passing through the generations
Documents and files

The files

Something bigger at play here
It's clear to me now
Once I clear the atmosphere
I feel it here somehow
Somehow

This must be what they prepared me for
It's not an exercise anymore
Oath of secrecy I swore
I suppose there will be more

I didn't expect this, nobody could have
How long have we known
I think I'm getting this, what choice do I have
I guess I'm never going home
Going home

This is what I've prepared for
No excuses anymore
I hold the secret, this I swore
Looking forward to much more



Credits
Writer(s): Shannon Bryant
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