we have seen

that the beasts of Babylon
were not the demons we took them for
but products of a blacker ink
than previous pens were wont to drip;

they were the monsters
we needed them to be,
living in a hotter hell of our creation
to cool the flames that lick our skins

now we see nothing,
for we have carved out our eyes,
now we hear nothing,
for we have dug out our ears

it makes it easier,
only our dreams to deal with now,
but we’ll take care of those
sooner or later…

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