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Dec 2020
engulfed, in the rapturous haze
of heavy scents, like frankin and myrrh
whilst they speak of heaven
hell
and the in-betweens
how one should tow the line
to carry the leadden load
strapped to our backs
but they don't know
preacher and priest
abbott and bishop
rabbi, mufti, cultists
how can any claim consolation
for us
a peace to be had
when its apparent how much they themselves struggle

spirituality's a wash
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