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Gathering

//                     //

There is a sense

Of purest power

::

Gentleness

//

We know the story comin down

( comin down )


We are a part of the war which is

Our world

)(

Stay together now

The lies are overwhelming

And your lovers are as " broken "

As you

)(

You knock each other down !

And prepare for

Another round !

)(

Lost in your Unfathomable Ways

Constantly repeating

The same mistakes

Getting praised for allowing yourselves

To be subtly *****

And ******

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Gentleness

?

We abuse our truths so constantly

Our poem are monstrosities

Of twisted logic

And lack of grace

And tell of  "love stories "

Most unreal

Where we tell our lovers

What they

SHOULD FEEL !

( good grief !

Such emotional slavery ! )

)(

Year after year !

)(

Gentle boy

Gentle girl


Let us get out of the

Ugliness

Of this contrived world


Into the light of our own making

As creative creatures


Here at last


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