The Path of Human Pathos

Stood but a dot in the long, lateral arms cast off an old tree

Hidden from the moon man's stone cold eyes too staid to see

Logic in the cinematic chaos of our dance across the marquee

While our cries commiserate in the pathos of human debris

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Linguistic lines linger in limbo where liars lanquish 'let it be'

As hungry hostages fall to false gods that hold greed the key

The sun heats a jungle beat on the street to its raging degree

While our cries commiserate in the pathos of human debris

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What hope when a pope cries God was asleep and follows to flee

Now, where, as I lay me down to sleep, do I plant a lost beggar's plea

And the lion slays the lamb as nature's law leads by survival's decree

While our cries commiserate in the pathos of our human debris

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Still, within the embrace of the silent moonlight, trust holds me free

As the branches of a weathered tree cradle a new nest to oversee

Innocence in the clear, upturned eyes of a child at her mother's knee

Pauses the cries commiserating in the pathos of our human debris