And so here
on this altar built there
with stones thrown at me
by You
And so carefully
gathered
by Me
I finally set down
that false image of justice.
I toss the match,
watch fake promises burn —
Their voices like specters dance
then howl
in the flames.
The smoke no longer interests
Me.
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Beautiful.