Our kisses fold into paper
Words we use as clothing
Speaking too soon the silence is shattered
Suddenly aware of our nakedness
We hide our shame with confessions
To a lesser god
Pointing blame to no avail
We fail for truth is in the eyes
Wrapped in books of poetry
As garments of syllables
And worthless paragraphs
Prayers to a dying humanity
They see us as complete
Yet, all are deceived
For we are as orphans
On the doorstep of the universe
Cursed by unholy scripture
We speak in prayers
Against the countenance
Of heaven, deaf and indifferent
By warped design and secret intentions
For this cosmic landscape
Is but a figment
Of a fractured imagination
A grand illusion
Of our own creation
We hide inside our egos
Wings fashioned from fables
Lies become armor
Transfigured into angels of light
We cleverly blind the congregation
Deceptively singing Psalms
Accepting meaningless praises
From adoring demons
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