GWL PLAYOFFS RD 2 #2 JOHNNY 6 FEET (6-1) VS # 5 DEAD MAN (5-3) (DEAD MAN WINS)

[dead man]

we've

discovered a method
for turning false assumption to effort
translating stolen valor into functional measurement
holy Father, the reticent. we pray to picket fences. and
speak in secret tongues through wooden grates for those disinterested
pastor mason, free the chosen
crafting sermons, speaking omens
devil dances demon moans, the ecstasy of evil forces
to Thee, exalted. leave me homeless
begging for a leaky faucet
trekking Mecca, broken sandles
pass away from heat exhaustion
look. we can't create a thing and neither did He
enlightenment crisis, a war of pious belief
riot in the streets sound like a sigh of relief
when wolves come knocking nightly all disguised as the sheep
quiet we keep. i promise sincerely, dying is easy
its like waking up in Georgia in a white limousine
our faith left only Ego. we disguise it as people
while our ever-after stories built us giant cathedrals.
then those all caught on fire. so now we're writing a sequel
we kill eachother back on page three-hundred or so
explaining our extra. experimental schematic
label chemistry as alchemy and physics as magic
overdramatic. panic-stricken in a media culture
walk our dogmas off a cliff and feed em to the vultures
churchgoer, psalm composer, seasoned agnostic
embracing what rebirth provided centuries onward
criticize me. artificial. strike me unconscious
only science survives when angels run out of options





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