The world boils about, bubbling, brimming over
So much life, people everywhere
And yet no one notices another
They don't seem to care, unless the impede
Then you better get out of the way
People pass by not caring,
Apathy the word of the generation
Everyone feigns canonization
Proclaiming themselves kind and
Benevolent and willing to hope
And then they breeze right past
The supplicant, spurning that they
Would talk with a saint
A saint who is the greatest sinner
















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