Sunset

How quickly this dissolved

With fires lit by gemstone wit

And perspectives evolved

Animated, yet left cold

Thumbs unopposed to traveling roads

To take love with us

Where we go is brick and mortar

Built in slick unending rows

By tired hands in sunset clothes

In blues and reds and whites and golds

Aching under poisoned clouds

Embedded roots exposed

How quickly this is unbecoming

Manners a thick familiar skin

Yet a thin veneer, a mask within

For sins as deep as quilled-ink goes

Stitches of the wider world

Stolen and returned still broke

Where sin is something unresolved

And unrepentant men revolve

Rallied around unequal ground

Trying to go on undeposed

The braggart speaks with honeyed words

And sullies truth with soiled prose

And sees for all his sin rewards

A hungry following of swords

A tongue of fire from on high

And on his head were seven horns

And in his mouth the key

And in his open arms the chains

But they shall never op' for thee

With torches held by devils not

But they by your neighbors be

How quickly this will fade to shadow

For if the founding marrow mattered

We would not be here today

Deny the past and keep on running

Those that built your benefit

Keeping them from all your promises

Keep us on this path, sun-setting

With fires fading from these eyes

To take all of you with us

Sunset

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