Stripped

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Let it strip away your clothes and likeness,

ripped apart from the worldly flow.

 

Let it strip away your voice your pen,

your hands your feet,

what is it that you believe ?

 

Trample cast and creed

your mother dirt.

 

A fleeting piety

a sense of us and we.

 

What it is without we

that I can be ?

 

Social creatures from social lands,

oneness in depravity,

an ecstasy of contrarian hand.

 

“ The thoughts are mine

and my actions too

there is but will

and will makes us do.  “

 

A debaucherous life

or the pious few

we are but change

and change is you

a fact ancient

before me –

or you.