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Martin Dove Oct 2018
It’s a peculiar feeling, this sentiment healing
A comforting numbness, that’s freeing my conscience
A fallen angel, rising to the sky
As night falls, we reach for the light
A new child has been born, from eons of the known
The truth that it harbors will free men from hope
That sickening darkness, we tried to forget
It’s seeping right through, the things that we dread
Will we have the courage to stay through the night
To see the cosmic indifference and meaningless of you and I
To stare through the night’s eye and see past the lies?
Truth is all I ask for, though it breeds also lies.
Martin Dove Oct 2018
The price for existence is that nothing is free
The choices you make are fixed in high degree
It’s all predetermined in infinite ways
Determined, determined by natural sways
In some lives you die while some have you fly
How can you look at life with a serious eye?
While knowing what science has known to be exact
But how then, can you take living lightly as a given?
When nothing you do is ever truly forgiven

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