Solid Mooring

 

The bodies keep on dropping 

Just like the falling rain

But the lies are now diminishing 

Shot dodgers aren’t insane

We know that it was fear-based

A threat from somewhere else

Both everywhere and nowhere

A tightening of the belt

But without a quiet place

To quell the inner storm

Most lined up without questioning

As hearts and minds were torn

From the solid mooring

Of knowing nothing goes away

Other than the transient

The soul is here to stay

We have no way of knowing 

When death is at its worst

Or if shedding just won’t kill us

With poisoned food and toxic bursts

So stand against their machinations 

Even if they’ve run you through 

As we walk into eternity

We all have jobs to do

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