we die once our bodies fail our mind
but we disappear when our minds leave your memories.
fog clings desperately to the ground.
a second death burns hotter than the first.
tell me who i am if you're all knowing
the arbiter of moral purity
whose never admitted defeat
whose never atoned for mistakes
your patron saint of perfection
you've canonized the lies
you use as scripture
your patron saint of respectability
i am not the harbinger
of your sanctimonious virtue
tell me who i am
harbinger of nothing
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