in all the condolences,
i find self-righteousness and laughter.
the laughter screams not of mockery, but sheer jubilation.
there are 12 cars, like 12 horsemen.
what will we do about this?
the sanctity of devotion has eroded
into stubs.
i will stay behind
tallying the wrongs
for what?
a grateful notion won't bring me back.
a moral lesson won't be learned.
we have bequeathed terror since our births
and there's no way out
never a way out.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
in all the condolences,
i find self-righteousness and laughter.
the laughter screams not of mockery, but sheer jubilation.
there are 12 cars, like 12 horsemen.
what will we do about this?
the sanctity of devotion has eroded
into stubs.
i will stay behind
tallying the wrongs
for what?
a grateful notion won't bring me back.
a moral lesson won't be learned.
we have bequeathed terror since our births
and there's no way out
never a way out.
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