I HOLD
I hold salvation to be a doctorate
in erring - human foibles, shed
yearly, like snakeskin for some
shoddy boots. There's little we
ever get to to do to make things
right - expect to live one life
in a shining moment, bright as
the illuminating torch in some
ogre's deep cave.
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What else can we do? What else
can we save? Certainly not this
sinking boat, which leaks now
from top and from bottom. And
not from mere listening to mothers
and dads who've lost their own
fights long ago.
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No, sons and daughters, you must
go on : All the amusements you once
knew are closed and over now. Pace
lightly, if you're calling that thing
a path to be walked on. I hold it's
a highway to Hell.
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