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Nov 2019
Atop a sea's forsaken cliff
Bowing to its final curtain
The overlooked forgotten if
The requisite uncertain

What's left now is only when
With no future nor no past
Our fists clenched tightly once again
The die once more is cast

That man's not my Brother
Or so that's what I've been told
That stranger is an Other
His blackened heart beats cold

We've danced like this before
To the same old tired tune
We've marched together off to war
And we've all come home to ruin

Will this be our only always?
Our unalterable only fate?
Timid mice trapped in a maze
All know the hour grows late
Written by
Scott Jurewicz
129
     --- and Christine Ely
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