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May 2017
to test your luck, to push
the boundaries until they
break and let loose like

It may destroy a lot, but it sure as hell changes the landscape.

there is a sort of sick beauty
in watching something
come apart, something
terrible and mesmerizing
about destruction.  

See, there are some parts of god I understand.

And you,
always you with the other
answers, about love and
mercy and all that rot.

Together we sing the pieces, you said.

It's all we can do.
It's all we know.
more stream of consciousness than anything
cognitive dissonance
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