So little of it remains untainted 

Weaving waves of lengthy justification 

To be in shock and still breathing 

Wishes to ashes in minutes, even less 

Miscarried desires and frenzied excuses 

A macabre of self, futile to look within 

Irrelevant insights, a chase so dear 

Can we go on and on, with this fearful burden? 
Shatter the mirrors of deception for one just moment? 

Wake up from this deep sleep, this purposeless exhaustion 

And speak a single true word before we turn to dust 

Drop the image built on needy lust 

To even admit to collective sin

Before proceeding to the ritual cleansing 

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