Forget that last chord.
It doesn't exist now that it's in
A photo op, a timely speech
Set upon the carved debris
Of
You gouge the right eye of your infants
And seat them
So you think you're special?
Aren't we all a little hypocritical?
We
Staring at the backs of my eyelids
Striving to paint a
Waiting - the story of our lives
The future's come and
Left a chalk self-portrait on her mattress
Then cleansed my skin
Why do I shut the bathroom door when nobody's home?
Because
The furniture observing
Nocturnal creatures lurking
As a gentle sir battles worn
We have too many gods on this planet.
Forget that they're
A child wrapped in wonder, staring wide-eyed at the sky
Guided
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