Zillion

history repeats itself, they say
by necessity, it flows unknowing
if we saw with clear eyes the end of our way
we’d avoid the cul-de-sac, the ingrowing

or maybe not
maybe we’re driven
by evil thought,
spirits misgiven

selfsame impulses cheered the strong man then
praise the man of lawlessness today
spirit of antichrist is no one man
the many, the majority, the stay


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