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Sep 2016
There is no Hell but the one we create,
and should intelligent beings be made
to contradict itself and become less than ape?

What gardens there be, of all that is discovered
not created by evil or a hand that plows a lover
to the ground, with an alien heart that plunders

and with all thoughts so weak to give in
masticate an opposite of love called Sin,
that we should forget what life has been

what All is seen and some mistakes have made
the blind cannot and will never wake
to know what a breath so small has shaped

this is life, not yours or mind to ****,
but be witness and appreciate --what evil could never
nor hate should endeavor to replicate

the garden you plant will not flourish without light
in a hell (there's no Hell) nor without the rainy heights
you do not need to acknowledgeΒ Β the Might

but inhale a breath and open your eyes, mind
the heartless beast are about in the wild
if so inclined go sleep with them a while...

(I doubt you'll ever praise evil again,
but then again, stupid are born everyday)
*Smile, have a good day... Namaste
In response to a poem I read, praising evil... If there is one thing I could hate, it is Evil. (And I do try not to hate, but evil, should not Be.)
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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