Seeing I’m wrong
I’m not dissonant
I’m shocked
I’m in denial dancing
as fast as I can
grieving but you’re already
laughing humiliatingly
I can either hang
myself now or nationalize
my denial into
a whole new religion
the mysteries in ruins
my status as an acolyte
my fear I’ll be left behind
never forgiven.
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