Besieged

The chorus chants approval

As you dance your demise;

The erosion of insignia

Inevitable,

Regalia, suddenly alien, sold

For pennies on the dollar.

 

Frayed corners and sepia

Might seem like comfort now,

But as it seeps into the 

Bloodstream,

Remember: there's a bite 

To nostalgia... 

◄ Gods & Playthings

Mangling the mea culpa... ►

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