Dead letters, those gods,
rise to climb the sky of the mind.
They screw on stars to make words
and leave us to raise their babies.
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Lazy gods at the club on a Sunday
Praises come through the speakers.
Someone says, Turn it down.
Dead letters, those gods,
rise to climb the sky of the mind.
They screw on stars to make words
and leave us to raise their babies.
Praises come through the speakers.
Someone says, Turn it down.
