Lick the un-healing wound which formed our existence
Swallow the once-flowing blood that created our essence
Regurgitate life to that of ourselves
Away from the Church performing closet confessions
Flip a dime to the wishing-well over the head of a peasant
Set the Book of Morality to collect dust on the shelf
Shield our brightness as we fully eclipse our crescents
Push away their feast as we scrape our intestines
Ignore the answers of others to question ourselves
Teach the class by conducting no lessons
Offer no contributions to the fields we’re best in
Plug our ears with advice as others cry out for help
Everyday of our life we blind others by presence
One set of footprints leaving only remains of transgressions
With no addition to man we finally run out of wealth
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