the ersatz mystics who bemoaned creation

suffered so sensitively

sat on their own mountaintops nodding

like drunken monks


were ruined in their advancing age

by the consequences they thought

they were evading

who thought they were escaping


a world of requirements

imposed on their frightened little selves


as they gave no sympathy to any but only pity

smug and judgmental and superior

so do they now look for the succor they've lost

and beg for the mercy they never themselves had shown...



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