the fall of man

the fall of man
the guns of war
the ugly creatures
watch them brawl

over lost futures that they dreamed
grasped easily on movie screens
we go outside and light a flame
the ending shall always feel the same

it’s not for me
it’s not for you
it’s blood-red poison
black and blue

the sound of raindrops curtain fall
the memory won’t die at all
the haunted sleep shall see to this
I bow my head and cease my fit



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2 responses to “the fall of man

  1. Interesting–very interesting. Knowing that you’re an atheist puts a very different spin on this, in that I would have translated the last line as a prayer, but it seems more final, like death. Enjoyed it a lot! 🙂

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