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May 2011
things are not what they seem to be.
a blade of grass is a field of ruin,
dust moves in a circle,
and death is a false end.

things are not what they are.
god is existence,
the future is set in stone,
yet even mountains move,
given time.

things are not.
faith is complacence,
an onyx tower, buried,
in the amber depths of the heart...
Jason Alan
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Jason Alan
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