sadly shadows skulk
slipping here then
infused with
misbegotten piety
there
faces bright and true
distorted by the grave
and time
and those
who usurp dreams
we catch their bits
on silver platter
the corrupted flesh
all part of
the well balanced diet
fed our young
the blind lead the naked
thru hallowed chambers
mark the walls
as they breath
changing
the face of everything
loved
honored
fought for
with prices on their heads
these shadows
these monsters
these fathers
of ours
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