Regeneratio

 the dim and bright
something born into the world
waiting to form a personality
waiting to commit their quota of sin

Old broken church
conmen who thought they'd tricked God
The dry ground eating away at the surviving greenery
Noone gets away with anything

Music euphoria and simplistic thinking 
are no shield from divinity
Dim and bright
thrown into the world

unprepared for the depths of existence
sun lingers late afternoon 
Shadows of houses stretch across
out of shape resembling spirits

reaching for the horizon
Like desperate omens