Grey pushing echoes
hovering above the din of daytime.
Pious gatherings of confusion.
Instigating memories of childhood,
memories of tomorrow.

The locusts have chosen their ground,
somewhere between soft and morbid.
Bones clutching for forgivness,
while sand flows through younger fingers.

Soldiers pushing through dirty velvet.
Uncertain pilgrims regretting their courage.
Humane crucifixtions...carried out daily.
Fear of others melting metropolises.

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