as it is difficult work saving all those souls,
the evil-doer mocks the mock as it spends
its times reaping daily souls for harvest,
day by day we sacrifice our good looks to
those who would whisk us away in chariots
of gold and into the heavens sex is not a
crime of the heart but a justification to
perpetuate the races regardless of the colors
that were flown in the night sky... we have
abandoned our faith but not our morals and
when the alarm is sounded we muster in the
court square with all the others who have lost
sleep wondering where their children are...
we paint the town with reds and greens that
we got from Sherman Williams on sale, paying
a premium for the brushes that were made
from the whisker hair of leopards... and when
the paint dries we hang the photos of our lives
on the walls just constructed hoping that we
are able to install the roof before it rains.
3 June 2022
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