we are never the same as before
changing for the worse -- for the better
becoming and then giving up
believing and then losing faith
expressing the righteousness of sin
as if it were our next of kin,
dwindling down and divided we stand
broke and divided on the ground lay,
we are encouragement to sons and daughters
lamenting over the fool's gold we lost
while worshiping at each other's altars;
we were all dead upon arrival
living in our caskets of luxuries
bound by promises and endless lies
tutoring ourselves in the arts of pleasure
standing on separate banks like Pocahontas
crying out the names of all our lost souls
most of whom were abandoned long ago,
when honor was laid down like a broken sword
and we drifted through time and space
in memory machines with seats and concessions
hiding cars in cellars because we were felons.
29 November 2020
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