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Hourglass Logic

Accepting the truth might cost your physical life

 

and if it doesn't, you might soon wish it had

 

by the time it's done with your wife

 

my daughters don't talk to me

 

they think I'm bad

 

now I'm free

 

*

 

that hurts a lot

 

but not nearly as much

 

as would the pain of their lot

 

when the dead in Y'shua are raised

 

for I live not the lie that ignores nonesuch

 

just to gain mammon and eyes that are glazed

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Sep 16, 2010
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