Burned heads flutter Like butterflies Pretending Perfection Does the illusion satisfy? Mouths under glass Intone Without form Or meaning Hoping time Will not reveal Ignorance Eyes under glass Flutter Hopeful and vague Seeing scenes Of wantonness Creating dreams And selling Immortality They see forever And in desperation Cry What has been Accomplished With forever? Bodies Under glass spin Reflections shatter We freeze and bleed And see the truth We cannot be alone We are much too Insignificant To be alone The glass Has cracked into Universes Without measure Through cracks In the stars they come To sweep away Our bitter shards and Silently record In whispers without words We are all our Father's Creation |
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