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Lies

Bring all of humanity to it's knees 
begging on your whim, your mercy;
Then judge it.
Your cold, quivering, cracking lips
quipping tips to the 
wicked; to the rich.
Whilst knock-kneed choking
broken backed masses 
lay on the floor:
These are the downtrodden poor.
Panicked paws brutalized
beaten and crooked 
till cracked, battered by unrighteous 
laws. 
Taste the kiss off 
shivering lips. 
Starved, so shrunken and shriveled
with successive sighs 
at the procuring lies. 
Stale eyes stagnant and downcast,
skeleton skin scraped tight. 
Envision the puttering stutter 
of short,
slick,
sick,
flames,
Pocked and sputtering 
puckering towards you - 
towards us. 
Crooked, clasping, clutching 
talons,
torn worn and scarlet
grasping onto 
canescent, chalky, choking 
cloth.
All the while a honed 
heaving hook,
Hungrily hovers, swaying the 
still air,
ripping the wretched  
none forsook.
I see it, 
Picking the destitute poor 
with it's ripened 
carnivorous claw.
And me?
I sit scrambled in seclusion
ideas tumbling in my mind, 
Yet, I can't find the voice 
to tremble terrifically   
treble and thundering, 
to take the claw, 
the acts, pacts and laws 
lies that scream from ceilings 
and say - 
Stop.
We are all 
alone.

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