Our true family and religion
Eventually they will bring us home
But first they must make us meek
For which archangels are needed
To try to make sense of the all
Into which they have placed us
Meanwhile we cut stones and trees
Building our cities out of their words
And then burning them down
While they try every language
They can think of
To bring some harmony to speech
A new verb
Or a kind word
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