prismatic spheres collide
with reality’s pavement.
and the god,
once worshipped,
the one who always stood tall,
is now clothed in rags –
filthy and stained,
before conscience’s pointed finger.

one of these days
it won’t just point –
but hit you…
right in the eye.

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