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Flood of Evaporation
You’re an ocean of evaporation,
The passion,
Which tamed itself just to survive.
You’re the nation who searched for her prince,
And who insisted on calling rape marriage.
You are the one who took chances
Just to chance the only chance you ever had.
And the only chance you ever had wasn’t some number.
It was some human,
Some human who would learn to call the inhuman human
Just so that he could call his mother human.
His mother who was just a mother
Because she was the only mother, he could expect to have.
Expectations aren’t so great,
When you’re the only one who doesn’t expect them to fail.
And when they fail all the likely suspects
Gather around for your funeral,
Slightly disappointed that you are still alive.
And all those people who are still alive
Look at the wrist slitting knife,
And banter about weakness.
Perhaps the bantering will help them forget.
And when they forget
They get to imagine they are something more,
Than forgotten idiocy.
And the forgotten idiocy
Makes of itself religion,
And so the Pope has a throne
From which to judge,
And all the little Mormons
Are so much better
With their preaching
Which ultimately is preaching to the Devil
Whom they fear.
The Devil
Who is the only being
Who could ever embrace religion,
And still have the strength to fall.
So these people trip and come down,
Yet they are still standing,
Standing in the sense,
Of just shrinking
Until they have sunk into the ground
Holding on still to claims of victory,
And their victory is that,
They learned to scorn those
Who triumphed over their failures.
