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Testaments of Sodom & Gomorrah

in these downtown alleyways where
shattered men tend to broken dreams,
born to live and die among the ruins
within the piss holes and the cardboard boxes.
where junkies play with their tainted needles
and the ever present sharks push their lies.
shameless voices echo through the bottle
and pimps push their tricks to decide
the price of their nightly sucks and blows.

uptown through the paved midnight stars
while painted on smiles play in a
circus of mannequins in this elite world.
where movie stars inject silicone and saline
perched upon their pedestals dripping monochrome.
kings of sin and queens of smut baring
all displaying up front on skin mag shoots.
this is where pomp and pretense intersects
hiding behind blind eyes all of the slumming pain.

praying through the Sunday morning suburbs,
looking at a great white building, steepled
standing alone, dreaming death, asleep like all
of the followers that have drifted to dwell inside.
bless us Lord, forgive us of our sins, meant to be
voiced and rejoiced only to be heard as a tearless cry.
beggars, in scores, flock outside, standing in wait
with their hands outstretched and open ready to
praise the epitaphs written upon their tombs.