Joyce Rugg Biography

Voices whisper, promising sweet sleep
I look, but see nothing in the deep
Nothing different from where I am now
The only change, it doesn’t bow
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Spare me your lies
And your transparent tears 
You grieve not your crimes,
You've lost track of your sins
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You're chasing immortality,
But it's not in fleeting fame,
Nor in works of art
As we forget the masters' names
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They claim their halos
But deny the horns below
Adorned with bats' dark wings
Yet claiming the right of seraphim
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Human weaklings now walk
Where dinosaurs once tread
Now an outline in chalk
Their reign long-since dead
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