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Aug 19
There are those dislodged by misfortune that still must carve a path. 
One man one case
barraged by weight of all the world’s wrath 
Twisted  strife, pure wickedness , that speaks to mythical duress joining  the sharpened knife of heaviness
no more regrets did coalesce

while uncertainty stoked that blazing fire of hope
shifting  promises that interloped
He is not naive
Boldly quick to commit
his calloused veneer a symbol that he’d never quit 

A sacred pact
regathered powers and
Steadied aim to plunge direct , With hardened heart, he’s hard to fool so he knew the saddest part. 
Before him bare
She drew his stare 
He dropped pretense and fed his caution to the storm 

His vigor could save humanity , those alive and those yet born
Then maniacally  like when Eve first Knew that Eden snake 
A punished travail seared deep within , Twas Satan’s Laugh that made him shake ,
a  silent scream and teary nod, his heart and body barely whole, a disaster uninvited, has exploded the atoms of his soul
Bobby O
Written by
Robert Oliva  69/M/Chicago
(69/M/Chicago)   
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