May the machine make

meat from its masters and serve 

it to their minions 

Unholy saints and

lustful preachers both love to

pray for us sinners 

Goat gotten, hackles

heightened, but still we attempt 

a polite meek smile 

The good leave too soon

while the bad and ugly stick

around forever 

Skip a rock across 

the water and return to 

childhood innocence 

Our bounds are loosed but

we remain in thrall to old 

man Lucifer's lusts 

Second chances come with strings attached

Lazarus had to

go into hiding after 

Jesus brought him back