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Salt-riddled droplets stream downwards
While conjuring gods-answerable words
Is wanting a bountiful increase
And the violence and temptations to cease
Too much for the flesh-and-blood to consume
And should we live with our earthly doom?
These words effuse towards never-ending lights
Beaming from cloud-estates where angels take their flight
O\’er the buildings made from earth-as-hell fiends
Towards lambs of gods to absolve sins uncleaned
Who produce fleece for the aether gods-woven
That keeps Earth and the Heavens cloven
Tapestried beyond skies unflown and planets unmined
That bedazzles Men and makes devils blind
But are Men just devils-waiting-to-roast?
No matter how much they chest-beat and boast
Their compositions would decay with age
And their coffins would become their cages
No matter how much they pray, grovel, scream, and cry
Their gnashings-of-teeth might continue after they die
But, in sooth, the firmaments hear no songs
Since the clouds are not where angels belong
Nor do the heavens govern outer space
For bleak emptiness has humans to displace
Since they are ant-sapient dust
With their innovations easily given to rust
They live in this world of death and rot
And creativity is all they got
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