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Post Nietzsche Refugees

byLiar©

Right now
angels roam the alleys,
sucking up love potion
and love waste,
straddling razors for cheap thrills,
high on caramel and cocaine,
drawing blood to get off easy.

Countless other huddle
on the head of the last pin
contemplating leaps
into the great uncharted.

Because home is no more
than reassurance in the mind of man,
that we are puppets,
dancing merrily
to our master's melody.

But we replaced prophecy for pragma,
chorus for chairos, trust
for television. As we should.
It's the age of evolution.

But angels are awake,
abandoned and alone.

Extend a thought if you will
to those who stumble,
desperate to accommodate
to an imperfect Eden.

A hand and a heart,
if you are brave enough.

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