Entertained only by false futures
Our eyelids paint a peaceful projection.
But what is the weight of a turncoat's word
to six feet of earth's burden?
Straining tired eyes, the saints will smile
as the worms serenade us both to sleep.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Entertained only by false futures
Our eyelids paint a peaceful projection.
But what is the weight of a turncoat's word
to six feet of earth's burden?
Straining tired eyes, the saints will smile
as the worms serenade us both to sleep.
Written in September 2019
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