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In Another Image


Drowning in our own spittle

as we voice pointless policy

the good of the people

is the locking of the individual.


Suffering to our own sadness

as we rise to the non-occasion

fists held in defiance

guns held to our heads.


Created in our own image

the likeness of man

is the likeness of asceticism

denying the need of a greater good.


Destroying in our own mind

as we walk the road always taken

leading to a path well known

finding comfort in the yesterday.


Owning to our own disillusion

as we seek the light of artificial beginnings

the bulb is all but faded

the darkness all but complete.


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