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Glass Houses
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Rage Poetry The less guilty eagerly assemble
clutching heavy bags of stones
making saintly small-talk
Casting righteous aspersions
Restless
Summoned now one among them
pure and without sin
who will cast the sacramental stone.
The mostly blameless shuffle
Uneasy
One (self-sanctified) steps forward
guiltless hefty stone in hand
Ah, its you - how nice for you
to finally claim your owed moment
Victorious
Oh they'll know you're special
That first fleshy thwack
stone-on-bone meaty splatter,
resultant wretched scream,
Sanctimonious
You think you fucking earned this
all your your martyred suffering
all your patient pain - now they'll know
Sinless? Not precisely.
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