youths in born again ties
pimp someone else's Word
instilling fear of next week's
Judgement Day
as we play penny slots
and roll dice.

leave me to the warmth
of flames that illuminate
the paved road ahead of me.

let the world cleanse itself
as i bask in my own
mortar'd lamentations.

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