Criminals,
In all our individual squareness we still find a way to break law. A break from images I settle for some words.
-DBL
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Stepping lightly in
a maze
Every turn can be a
phase
Let one fall the
rest remain
From the top there
is only fear
for all to swallow
and disappear
In that moment
civilization maintained
Laws are made to
protect
Dignity left out by
the great architect
Beast rely on the
love
In the holes left
by hasty design
Leeches settle in
civil decline
Life is lived never
shoved
In the mist of
discontent
Masses drift with
no vents
Shedding all that
remains excess
In the end we find
the truth
In nothing but the
bitter root
Slowing down what
needs not progress