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Dec 2020
Nothing and Power are opposites,
Both are illusion, things unreal.
But men have made giants of them,
Creating something that they run
Away from or towards.
Don’t believe in the illusion.
We create our own hell becoming prey
To the gods we kneel down to
Belief and grief are monsters we
Must slay, to see a better day.
Namaste.
(Nothing leads to hating Everything, they say)
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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