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2023
Outside of my church the people run free
From structures that bind personality
Running and rampant they search for a clue
But nothing is sacred inside of the shoe
Which kicks out at pigeons that block off the street
In hordes of feathers that stink of oil
“Do you know my name?” desperate cries from the feet
Pigeon replies “I’ve seen you in soil
Twisting and turning and feeding on clay
Forever resisting the bright light of day”
But people are people and worms are worms
There’s plenty of toys to distract from the urge
For the infinite bliss that awaits all who may
In earnest proclivity glance up at the sun
And shrivel to nothing, Oh isn’t it fun?
When nothing is nothing and everything’s won
Outside of my church the people lay ruined
But a bird is a bird and a human is human