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Julia Mullin Aug 2011
The reapers only few in number
Form rules with cunning tools
Knitting loopholes while we slumber
Find jewels in captives’ joules

The reapers take what isn’t fair
In the name of piety
Writing off what they declare
With impropriety

The reapers ravage all our laws
The poor find nothing more
Using all their battle maws
For war of pseudo lore
Julia Mullin Jan 2010
The purpose of life is to discover there is no purpose
The goal of life is death
The universe is not the center of all that exists
The soul is just a breath

I search for answers that someday I will forget
And I will be forgotten
All I know is that I’ll know nothing at all
When my flesh is rotten

I hope that life exists beyond the grave
Hope is all I have
To wake up in the cradle of eternity
Hope the soothing salve

— The End —