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The Deed is Dead

All is violent, all is bright.

Miracles of life dying in hindsight..

Life's many mysteries hidden in plain view

and I am left blind and happily unaware.

If we are all sinners, then we must, too, be saints.

Creek flowing rapidly and I am but a trickle.

Single depository,

making milk

and

depleting life's resources.

We are all friends,

We are all friends.

Enemies of enemies.

Empty promises

and glasses full of regret.

Contracts signed in blood & feces.

All is violent

All is bright.

All is violent.

All is bright.

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amor-sin-remorse
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Published
Oct 16, 2016
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