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a shell, a rock, valueless token of exchange Cain's creation, perhaps, impelled by hunger and his mark today a non attributable lie a picture of true faith - but the sword still stands - speaks more truth than any word can deeper its insidious roots grow for the greater its seeming efficacy displacing the currency of love for my enemies love me as themselves but the lie is true gnawing from the inside out from nations, to businesses, to people, a soulless heartless ********** remains by the sword you live, by the sword you die
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
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a shell, a rock, valueless token of exchange Cain's creation, perhaps, impelled by hunger and his mark today a non attributable lie a picture of true faith - but the sword still stands - speaks more truth than any word can deeper its insidious roots grow for the greater its seeming efficacy displacing the currency of love for my enemies love me as themselves but the lie is true gnawing from the inside out from nations, to businesses, to people, a soulless heartless ********** remains by the sword you live, by the sword you die
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Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
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