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Moss's Lament

A crude form of art therapy, chracterized by frequent additions to a nihilist poem.

The formula is simple, the rigidity providing cold comfort. Six lines at a time, eight syllables per line, ABABAB rhyme scheme.
Themes of death, hatred, and useless, pointless hope. The last two lines are a cry for help that will not be answered.

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We showed you how the deck was made,
And still you trusted us to turn.
No gods, no saints, will change our grade.
We kill, we steal, we will not learn.
Were I to pray, I'd pray just once:
Turn flame we wield, to wielder burn.