Blasphemy Squad

This story began a long time ago and was different for each one. Time went by, roles and members changed. Some took a step back and lost a link to this shared feeling that started everything. We all burnt as torches in the dark of kyivan nights and blazed everything we had. Caught on fire, broke what had already been building up. Lost time and interest in life, saw charm in death and at last left it all in the past. 
 But it kept reminding us about itself. Sometimes it was some distantly familiar riff, sometime a rhyme that rose from the forgotten corners of memory. Reminded about itself in times of routine in the city, or somewhere on the other side of the globe on a cargo vessel. 
 At the end of the year which had destroyed dreams, hopes and more than one human life, we could find records lost in time and after putting effort and walking over everything that chocked it, release from ashes of 2020. 
 Every beginning is the end of the past.