Graveyard of their motorized
Grasping life as no more than illusion.
Pretense of respect that drifts
into the jokes they make.
Belief engorged by idols
that have never felt the god.
Deceit, the shifting sands
beneath their feet.
There was a time when loving
so sweet it brought a brightness to their days.
Now children play computer games
and learn to slay what seems most alien.
The battles of belief begot in sin.
The fires of hell are manmade moods of mind.
They never meant to leave the love behind...
? Michaelette ?
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