we are creatures of habit
blurs in the congregation
and preachers on the sabbath
we are troubled by the creation
of machines that think faster than us
we are doubled by the belief that
nothing matters more than us
sitting under kitchen tables
listening to mother's fables
drenched in more than we care to chew
and lies built so stable they're true
pictures of selfish skeletons
like our next of kin
happy to grin along with the victims
i couldn't imagine
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