Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.


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Oh dear.
posted by S.C. at 10:08 AM on March 16, 2006