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Are we all pawns in the hands of gods?

When the stars aligned we’d chart and plot.

I guess we cant recall what we forgot.

or dressed our souls in the old thoughts

cause our humanity is lost at sea,

like an echoing banshee breese,

headed straight to outer space

and never found again.

Because we werent lost.

But now we are

Stuck in phones and our new cars

shreds of us all locked in jars

just waiting to be free

Straight towards the sun,

radio waves.

UFOs are common place

in a universe held by faiths

weak and frail palms

how can you hold your change

without your gloves

cause its dirty money that we all love.

Well lets fold the bill into a dove

and let it fly till its done

Itll sweep across this old land

and slip into a closed up hand

one that isnt its old friend

a person who is free

of all of this start and stop

the awful sound of the pins drop

we’re building up but not breaking off

when we knew the time had come

cause they are lost

and all caught in a jar

just shreds of those who’ve gone too far 

left mother to rot, and there friends to fal

this is how it is

this is how it is

this is how it ends.

Reviews

[pinpen]

Very nicely written. Like the rhyme scheme

[Eden]

Fall*

There must have been a writer in our family and we got the genes.