It will rise again.

My blog crashed,
and I'm feeling like trash.
Like an excluded man,
or some drifting scent.

Its here yet its not,
my thoughts and my blog.
Was there yet its gone,
like mower through a lawn.

Though i wrote some real rubbish,
there were some fake thesis.
gibberish gibberish gibberish,
absolute faeces.

it will rise again.
it will rise again.