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- Utopia
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- The people lifted their bloodstained hands
- in exaltation to the bloodstained sky,
- and watched with awe as the blood dripped down
- on their bloodstained faces and bloody eyes.
- The blood from their faces was the blood in their eyes.
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- They lifted themselves to the god of their land,
- to the perfect regard that they longed for.
- Their brokenness soared in their construct above them.
- Their blood rained with langour and covered their whore,
- the beautiful blood on the beautiful whore.
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- Humanity saw their Utopia above them,
- its spires and its bloody and alabaster wall.
- Heads of the Men sat on spikes and on gateways,
- Their grins and their teeth o'er Humanity's Hall.
- The terrible splendour, Humanity's Hall.
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- The people bowed to themselves and their construct;
- the whore of Utopia was tainted and pale.
- They prayed for their god to rain beauty upon them.
- They prayed for their whore, that their god would not fail.
- Their whore was their god, and it ever would fail.
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- Then God looked upon them, His eyes steeled and grey.
- He broke their Utopia, its towers did fall.
- They prayed with their might that their whore-god would save them.
- They prayed to their construct and prayed to its wall,
- the walls of Utopia their imperfect wall.
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- Their prayers were not answered; their whore lay in dust.
- Their god did not save them, its walls stripped of power.
- Then God spoke from Heaven, His eyes deep in tear-dew,
- "Man is a fool in Humanity's Hour,
- a fool to believe in the imperfect Hour."
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- Copyright (c) 1995 Andrew S. Damick.
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