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The Thoughts of Mannequins
When wayward eyes stare between her thighs thus children born to the Earth
But as heathen mill the mire of pagan desire she shall discard to the lake her mistake.
A chariot in the sky lures to kiss her eyes, he is present in the view called upon an empty road.
Though along the miles they stopped traffic to setup tables with riches and foods from the land.
In the waking hours they stood flags upon poles and in the calming silence noted what it could be.
If only the soil remissed to give forth the old ways these roads would be blessed by feet.
Soon everyone from the city knew of the lights edge the distance between and with eyes white and wild,
Discard it all and walk in heaven's night to the street lit by scattered fire.
Those masks fastened to form their faces and in an apathetic way stared to say the unjust is just.
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