Tormenting Souls

bound by determination and

ill-fated persistence,

we live...

act out fantasies...

and die...

without the slightest regard

as to why;

we are self-serving but impotent

when serving others,

and we tend to look the other way

when serving the cloth

or the one who wears it,

as if,

it might stain our direction

with sentimentality

preventing us from

doing the right thing

or as right as

we perceive it to be;

we live the misguided lies

of all previous claims

to our life here,

wishing all along for a

different legacy.

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