When we are finished and I am broken in half
and you can no longer walk by your own power,
we raise our glasses and drink, lamenting the town 
for it has burst into flames and burned to the ground.

We’ve God’s great gift to women and men 
so let’s cash it in, spend as much as we can.
Slainte, clink, gulp, ahhhh, smash! 
Shards of glass sparkle in a flurry of ash. 

We toss our heads back, our laughter resounds 
igniting flushed faces of zealots abound,
clutching their bibles, heads spinning around.
See the smoldering embers ablaze in their tears?
They grieve passionless lives born of faith fueled fears. 

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