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Erbsünde

Facile strokes and dismembered veneration

Severed applause for a predicated generation

Amid disparate provenance lay foreboding whim

Of dissonance and elegance—prays original sin

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Wandering aspirations brought upon the knell

Ornate devilry waltzing on a dormant clandestine hell

Banished to fields precarious as forbidden valleys

Austere as poor man’s blood smeared upon rich tapestries

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From the agitated archangels that dare to implore

Comes resentment refracted and arrogance adored

And heartbeats resonating within a derelict mortuary

Sinners and serpents alike singing for a purgatory

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And when raging disquiet permeates the idyllic tempest

Of naphthalene rivers and lunary souls brought in behest

Cries the sanctuary of heaven—weeping for paradise lost

For Eden is the tempting muse and vestal morality the cost

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Intransigence weeps the treachery, torn with abated melancholy

A disheartening performance acted out in entablateured cemeteries

When masqueraded stagnation blooms from impassioned stones

Original sin reposes triumphant, perennial solitude on a devastated throne.

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rewrite

i’m so tired

of writing

to make up

for the words

i fucking lost

even if i wrote

a million books

it won’t replace

for what it cost.

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Cost of Conflict; Payment of Peace

Peace comes with a price

Love is tantamount to war

Soldiers are paid with lies

And the families with scars

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Tidal waves of bloodshed

Drowning under cold ashes

Children with bullet wings

Hoping that the pain passes

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Cost of a worldwide unity

Crippling the very society

Nothing but anaemic irony

Applause for our humanity!

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But buried under the money

Under the riches and honey

Is a pure faith for everybody

A better life and community

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Where rivers aren’t tainted

The sky’s free of nuclear rain

Where children can rejoice

Without worrying about pain

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Peace comes with a price

Love is equal to harmony

Soldiers paid satisfaction

And a gregarious country

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Peace, it’s an expensive game

Dictated in each of our names

If it prevails as a singular truth

Then it will be all for its worth.

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