The Fall of Dignity / sykophántēs

In droves we sought refuge with instability,
the tabernacle walls decorated with humanity’s pique
Our own bile under the guise of a fresh idea,
inventing sex in the dust of the reformation
Flippant figurines, musings of an animalistic past,
somehow serve to distract our pangs in unrighteous form
The chosen life, the forgotten sun, the water we tread,
great accomplishments alluding a magnificent death we’ll soon forget

Paint by Pieter Bruegel the Elder Netherlandish Proverbs

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