TUMULTUARY

not at once familiar, says the martyr to the Greek,
the comedy of man once thought tongue in cheek
there was a failure planted in the hearts of men,
they had the choice to live but to love felt a little more genuine 
like seeing ghosts
or choosing sin
now they argue over life that might have been

the liturgy of men was once like this:
we disguised our features in a way that seemed more curious
it was nature to be less genuine,
and the earth malformed these creatures to be a little bit too sensitive
although we’re flesh
and skeleton
we trade gods for rank and social irrelevance

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