A
Powder
Packed
Pistol
Pointed
high in the air
a violent crack
for all to hear
the
Prophet
Poised to
Present the
Public
Plea
"hear me, hear me..."
at the city corner he cries
as on deaf ears,
each word lies
"our
Purity
Perverted by
Progress and
Pride
we are the guilty ones...
God has died!"
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