I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
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In the end it shall Be revealed As violence and killings spread That "no lives mattered" to them. Bold and ruthlessly declaring Their cause a fraud. For the ages.