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According to them
We are the unemployed mockery
Bartering burdens
For brittle bracket belief
The prodigal pig sty
In the mansion's shadow
Clinging to the memory of dust
On visionary feet
Over the crown
On judgment's brow

According to them
Specific simplistic
Synchronistic soap opera
Of wailing voices lost in parchment pieces
That couldn't save the world
Stark synthesis of invisible
And ink-stained
Antiquity
To illuminate
Today

According to them
I forfeit certainty
When I clutch its robe
I argue with angels
When I beg to differ
With sandstone symmetry
And stained-glass spectors
The Ozymandian eclipse
Unintended
Will be the dust
That saves my soul

According to them
I'm already dead
Dust won't make a difference.