the dim and bright
something born into the world
waiting to form a personality
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 ominous
out of shape resembling dark spirits
reaching for the horizon
Like desperate omens
Manifesting in spurious people
building a house made of candy
with industrial ovens full blast
In it's cellar
Putting them all on trial
Burning them with pride
self righteous hellborn honor
deep congruent selfishness
crucifixes you carry
dipped in petrol for the rally
There's not enough so
burn their children
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