The people sat and wept and laughed
Before the neon gods they made,
Surrounded by the silence
That would never fade.
And the prophets wrote their warnings
Scrawled upon the bathroom walls
And the cats were smiling pretty
Dressed up like broken dolls.
Thee is a brilliance in seeing
Things only as they are --
Graffiti voices never cover
Open wounds that once were scars.
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