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Glass Houses

I stand within the walls of this glass house
The people with me throw stones from the outside
They appease their righteous inclinations for now

Light bursts thru the glass from all sides
My world is coated in glare as I strain to see
The light plays off the glass into cloudy grey rays
Striking down people with sharp, twisted rainbow spears
Creating tin people with shiny rainbow hearts

I look up to see a holy place carved in steel
A cathedral of smoke and mirrors abundant
Down to see a dirty place trodden with smoke dust
The trodden are looking for promises broken
I trot with them cognizant of our shared demise

I want to scream but the weight of the smoke clouds my lungs
Smoky churches, smoky places, smoky people, but where is the fire?
The house of glass has become a house of cards and someone has struck a match