After mid-night

It's half past three in the morn
I'm awake alone
A few cigarettes and cokes
I start my long day
in thinking and remembering
They know the past , They predict the Future
Yet ... the present is something ???
They have a past , they have a now
They made a calf
and yet the true story
is sad and sorry
for one who glories
in the effemeral beauty
of the Golden Calf
The Pain and sufferring
to live up to a longing
An eyes lightenned and
a quick release
Yet when this matters
in the moment when all else passes
must cease
Wearriness creeps in
a distaste for sin
A sudden grip of morale
A voice , come hear the call
Eternity after the Fall
What will we be after it all
Sand and dust
a must , a bust
Or a natural being
without sin , guilt or rust
.

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