The Numbers

Saw God.
In the numbers.

Every man for himself.
The chosen few.

Lined up to queue.
A chance to shine.

True belief held.
Not benign.

Pride swelled.
No deceiver.

Oh L’Amour.
Once pitiless poor.

Now gold guilded.
Iron strong.

Now that you’re mine.
Tell me you’re a non believer.


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