Reposed Benediction

The lost lackadaisical figures roaming

Had nowhere else to go

The squalid filthy silhouettes

The empty souls wandering so

.

The planet was a massive wreck

The hills alive with the sounds of dementia

And no one knew how to take action

To rebuild this ruined dystopia

.

So instead they rebuilt their gods

And begged madly for consecration

But all their forced faith garnered them

Was utter desecration.

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