Dispossessed

Deconstruction,
interruption of joy
This the plane on which we play

We search for joy
yet buy into a ploy
(that retards our chase)

Oh this race,
we’re broken
Rocked and writhing from the Fall

We crawl into the grave,
disarranged

We buy into the lie
and then we sell it

We run, and run, and run
and fall into the pit we dug

We raze shalom
and raise Sheol

We damn the good
and embrace Gehenna

We are surely dispossessed,
East of Eden

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