This giggly wave
of all that’s depraved
seems ripped straight from mythology.
But even then, I fail to see
any meaning at the end.
Any final chance to mend
or have a lesson learned.
This mistake can’t be earned;
it just makes me miss the gods of yore;
these new “gods” only ever bore
and follow the same script.
Fall to the same crypt:
the money and schemes
that kill hopes and dreams.
“Sacrifice,”
but only for dice.
Yawns of the same face,
barely any trace
of identify left.
Life bereft
of morality,
responsibility,
those things most achievable
which now seem unbelievable.
It’s always been this way, I guess,
but somehow this fucking mess
just rakes with such cringe.
Not enough fire to even singe the fringe
to keep it from fraying.
Life always betraying by only playing
the rhyme of the times.
The grime of the crimes.
The dimes of the mimes.
I just want something mine.
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