changing-faced god

Under the sign of a changing-faced god / ashes and messages were spread / from the living to the dead / the living had been scattered across a grid / so that nothing that they did / made one shred of sense anymore / even the masks they wore / could not disguise their stumbling fate / so when the light turned green / they would go / and when the light turned back to red / they would sit and wait.

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