In Cahoots
tremble
shake; tremors make men
out of boys-
reality out of toys.
thrown back head
in cahoots- the dead-
the monster (fed).
cold, frozen
feelings,
kneeling in fabricated
faith;
destruction, demolition,
taste buds silenced
by satisfaction
of such-
touched by divinity,
insanity, sanitized
of truths--------
(they've goofed)
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