Strange fires we all present before the Lord.
Shockingly we perceive no reward,
Saved for the graces of those perfected…
Despite the fact we’re all connected.
It flows from upon high,
which differs not from down below.
The sprouts emerge from seeds we sow.
Noting not the things gone awry
Struck down in brotherly pairs
Convince each other of our despairs
Nothing’s really wrong except for everything
Nothing’s right are the songs we sing
Where’s the heifer? The paschal lamb?
Pass the pepper, and salt the scam
The apologetics, the false prophetics,
The stumbling along without prosthetics.
Its no wonder we aren’t one,
Except for when under the gun.
Not through the looking glass,
But into the mirror.
Alone alas
None too clearer
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Yes, really.
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