Thoughts on our ever impending demise.

With thanks to Loc Dang for use of the header image (uncropped version available in link).

Consumers of falsehoods and flesh
Holy Ghosts prayed solid
On shaky ground
Crumbling in death
The blue leaked into
Every which way
But come clean
Christ, what a mess

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