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Oct 2017
Good never came down to say he exists,
He expects me to find him in miles of mists.
                                              Evil has never whispered in my ear,
                                              If he did, it was always too quiet to hear.
    Both speak in silence, even if you pray,
                                              But the silence expects you to live to obey.
                    What you call a tragedy, I call a song.
                    Nobody told me what's right and what's wrong.
I've noted that many of my poems are about duality. Good and Evil. Demons and Angels. It fascinates me.
The Dybbuk
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