Mortal gods
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We tremble in our feet
stoic faces
Bleeding tongues
Who has spoken their thoughts
Divided your indecision
Surmounted the fables
The smoke is no longer gray
Grimy black
Clinging like a curse
Morbid thoughts
Hope forsaken
Prayers unanswered
Beyond on the sinking shore
An man made a decision
Without blood for the spirits
Affirming that we are all mortal gods
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PoetryWe speak without listening. We reach without holding. Let us weave our thoughts in subjection to our reality and with responsibility.
