Pyre

We steer our lives out of the noose
And let martyrs hang content
When justice breaks unspoken truce
Voices scream bloody portents
We take our wisdom from a flask
But beg demons for release
Enjoy ourselves before we lapse
And kneel before golden beasts
The world feels like a frozen waste
When morals conspire to rust
We’re always out to win the race
And withdraw into the dusk
Dying hopes feed the pyre
Of dead men dreaming to aspire

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