

Some Sort of IndicationAs soon as it failed to appear The faithful fell under the spell of public execution It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual And all for nothing Promising salvation but only flags came swarming around for a better tasteSome Sort of Indication
What was left were the scraps Dressed in animal skin Defiled servants holding their breath Fatherless culprits blaming their kin Waiting for an answer
They thought a day would come Or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal Some sort of indication
Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes
me: "chips"
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