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I hear the coffins close

With the fall of the rain

The masks wont save us

Our elders beckon us to the crypt

As the lessons they taught us become echos

They will be shadows

Moths to the flame

Left behind

Calculated fodder

Lungs capsize

They never learned

Arrogant and dismissive

Never humble to the microcosm

The blind survive

Await the next war

Touch one another with gloved hands

And use memes to sort through memory

A wiped ass is the pinnacle

A means to wipe ass is key

A good night kiss from a hologram

Love will set us free