in a hundred years
when corporeal pigs fly
no one will remember
how the collective star of david
twisted and turned
no one alive will remember why
how we all struggle now
living with our constant fears
under the oppressor's thumb
considering we are all righteous members
of the same mortal human race
a similar orbital tribal sum
stalked by wild rabid dogs
those bodies we've piled and burned
different styles atoning to funereal gods
while the riled day turns to vile night
while we ponder and wonder
if we dare gather together
contemplating igniting yule logs
still the crystal world revolves
this quiescent globe still turns
if we continue to mix blood with water
if the oceans resolve to burn
then in a hundred years
those living will remember
how the fundamental stars fell to earth
how the cursive cardinal word
was ultimately forgotten
during this inimitable coronal December

  

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