The
stickman's ghost on the road
To a
two-dimensional heaven
Worried
that his sins would reach it first,
Implacably
barring his entrance
But,
his turning missed somewhere,
He
went wandering in large circles.
So his
sins, impatient, shrugged
And testified
against a random stickman
Who
had led, in fact, a blameless life.
To
sins we are all pretty much the same.
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