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grief, like a beast, tears things down.
and mincemeat is all thats left
the teeth marks of circumstance, what life took
like chunks from the thigh, leaves you bloody
the world takes its pound of flesh
and makes a carnival of the massacre
and calls it ceremony.

heathens celebrating, mock solemn
the seriousness of their arbitrary rites
whatever gods they worship are silent, and departed
whatever gods they worship are not in their heaven.

angels would weep for the mercy we are granted
while lesser men, average men, sleep peaceable in their beds
unflinching at the spectacle we make
the undoing of all our souls.

to be a fly on the wall
of the sausage factory.

we call it civilization.
all the barbarians always did
from the time of the written word.
to the cities of steel and towers of glass.
stabbing at the sky
stabbing at each other
like we always have
disfiguring the horizon
disfiguring ourselves

without thought, and unbecoming
as if this was always our nature.

love is sacrilege in a (such a) world
where we have forgotten ourselves
and erased our history, that the
wheel may continue turning, the
organ grinder wheel.

Hubris to lift up the stars,
wherever we dare call man, kind.
Challenging the universe, indifferent
to repay us in kind, annihilating,
a race of hollow men.

and we have built our own tombs
made of ourselves a monument to our own sins
there is no ghost in the shell, if there ever was
only the shell (remains).

the spirit has departed, like flame from the ember
to leave a darker world (now) cold, and kindle no further flame,
(in all of eternity's ancient millenia that yet remains.)
these sightless beings, who blinded themselves
and can no longer see the promised future
sold it for a pennymeiser's lot, coins scattered like ashes
at judas' funeral.

and there was no one left attend, or send them on their way.
they like he, died alone, accursed, and fulfilled his rightful dues.

the gods of the copybook headings return.
"till kingdom come" they final, say
and they too numb to even know (or tell) apart
(their own) judgment day.