Category : Poems

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We worship small gods
And bow to false idols
Placing them on high
And hoping for the best
We say we believe
In all that they say
But know in our hearts
We won't live through the day
They speak words so wise
But then again, say nothing at all
They lead us down the path
And watch as we fall
They flatter us in kind
And wink as they say
Words we long to hear
About our coming days
They promise us grandeur
And things we couldn't dream
But we all know in the end
We will be reamed
Does darkness look so good
That we will run to it
But drag our feet complaining
When we should run from it
Are we that blinded
By trinkets and the like
That we are willing to trash
The pearl of great price
What is our destiny
When we choose the dark
What is the promise
When we miss the mark