An ode to the loss of grace

It feels as if
our time has fallen
into an abyss
in our haste

It feels as if
my lovers have spoken
and said nothing of me
in good taste

It feels as if
all lies are wrought
in an iron heart
held firmly in place

It feels as if
all men have cowered
and chosen to lead
to the loss of grace

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