Salvage me: a poem
Salvage me
From the side of the road
The moonlight, while cars
clogged the interstate.
the fear of clarity in a moment
where the cabal has the keys
the planet may not go on
after a century of consistent choice
though we hope,
or at least continue to breed...
The passenger jets crash out of the sky
he which is filthy, let him be filthy still
and he that is holy, let him be holy still.
"Not in your heart you don't...
but you will be terrified."
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