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I Started Seeing Skeletons

I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Not clean, clinical, comical, classroom ones But stinking, putrid corpses where rotting corrupted flesh Hangs in stinking, putrid strips The puss of a thousand dreadful sins dripping in their wake I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Their hollow vacant eyes hiding hollow vacant lies Hiding evil done and good undone Inhaling hypocrisy, exhaling insincerity As they crawl through painted gilded lives I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Where faces were, bigotry remains Where hands were now deception lingers What once was flesh is now duplicity Arrogance like skin wears them well I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day Smelling their lust, their greed, their fear As I walked among these living rancid dead One with them, part of them A fallen soul in a fallen world I started seeing skeletons on the street the other day 08/02/2017
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