Savior
Take the task, tireless taker,
Spin your fiction, gentle faker
Take my heart,
Lay my head upon a platter.
I am no savior.
So what does it matter.
You pin and pry, a pious poet,
Preach the cure, yet never know it.
Give us this day our daily bread,
We gorge on fear, are softly led.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Counting promises we never keep.
Still we bleat and still we bow,
Live with ourselves … never know how?
We crash through life, a muted boom.
The rich devour. The powerful groom.
Posted Feb 25, 2026, 10:24 PM UTC
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