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Foundations
Searching for our lives
We find suicide.
Coming out of the coma
We realize all we have is paralysis.
Looking at kids with good bodies
We realize the sin had to do with birth.
The tempted and the temptation
Stare at each other.
Both wanting to cry,
Both wanting to ask the other why.
And I remember little boys
Who are rapists now.
I remember mothers
Who wish they had just been mothers now.
I read meaning into the paradoxes,
And the paradox is that
Only meaningless men
Write poems.
Britney Spears comes into my dreams
A pop princess
or a Diva,
I am not sure which.
And I hear voices
From either demons or angels.
And angels stare from above,
They are considering falling.
The fallen have bruised knees,
The sheltered call bruised knees
Sin.
Thus the bible was written.
God is wise
So stupidity had to be wise,
So decreed the divine creators.
Morality is what is right,
Without right there is no comfort,
So we must martyr ourselves,
But the truth makes an even better martyr,
If it is masked and confused first.
The Pope comes down hard, with his learned words,
Against learning.
Bush went to enough Universities
To pretend intelligence.
And in the halls of power
I see power
Becoming a slave
To the halls,
Pleading for the foundations it should have had.
