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Dec 2024
Smudged peace-signs
On corrogated metal.
Chalk that frowned,
Not understanding its
Purpose or the message
People had assigned it.
In this time, it was not
Seen as sign of peace,
But only the failure, the
Death, met by those who
Thought they held the
Solution to the fall of
Man. But they didn’t
Grasp that peace was
Unattainable, and only
Mercy and salvation
Could offer what they
Sought so steadfastly.
Written by
Sia Harms
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     Wyatt and Sia Harms
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