Mea Culpa
The Lord will provide us,
Guide us, then divide us;
Come lie with me love
Till we've lied to each other
Enough to find others
To lie to; all life is
The same petty cycle
Still we get excited.
Our prisons we carve
From each other’s soft skins
And then others’, then others’
Till the day we stop carving
And then we’ll have nothing to fear.
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