During which stage of desperation,
Does it become permissible,
Become a necessity,
For influential men,
To betray integrity?
During which stage of progress,
Do they become amenable,
Become accepting,
Of complacency, blind and contrived.
The visceral clarity of reality can be ignored,
It can even be triumphed,
By those who decay in decadence,
While others are lucky enough to decay in silence.
And although it may be hard to stomach,
There are those who revel in this silence.
There are those whose thoughts approach
Calamity with a startling ardour.
There are those who still believe,
The world can yet grow darker.
Truths become unraveled and memories fade,
Loose ends become looser, and men of faith,
Gather in public, in town squares
And on corners of streets.
The breath of the crowd is harsh and jagged,
As the appearance of the place they inhabit.
A legacy held in memorandum,
Remembrance of some unknown tangent.

There are those who will succumb to what has been worshipped.
Speak to us, oh, throatless voices
our pleas are sincere,
salvation is our motive,
deliver us from despair.
No escape. All efforts fail.
A truth so clear,
evading their blank stares,
passive omission.
Shun those who won't accept,
they're all damned to hell.
Amen to the savior,
we sing, “hallelujah, hallelujah,”
he screams, “kneel before me
give me praise,
scum of the earth,
kneel before me,
I am god.”

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