I traced the lines that held the points
Bent and warped and severed joints
Mental prisons, thoughts revolt
To weld us all the same result
Unformed and weapons hung
Dare we question why it s clone
This mare of tricks on our behalf
To pray we have the final laugh
We count the years beyond the grave
Return to find that nothing s changed

Fred Cole

From: Trash & Burn (2001)


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