Leviathan

by Shaun Terry

Leviathan

Pharisees live sparely, the wishing between the seams.
Carefully, you bury your living beneath your dreams.

Apathy you feed the crowd, and educate; with ease, predict.
Guilty – conceived and bound – a destiny to convict.

Rules you write: gifts to you, for lemmings beneath the sun.
You provide, with open palms and a prickly grin, behind a gun.

Save me.
Save me.
Save me, Leviathan.

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