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Knowhow they don't allow
and
education is a crime,
but what if we learn by our mistakes?

computer fraud by the overlord
it's
Babylon born
cut the umbilical cord.

It takes a revelation
a ten times decimation
get up to set up be knocked back
get on track
and then time kicks in
and the game of many halves is
halved again
the field's the same,
the players change.

We get nowhere and knowhow is
somehow to blame
another half  blown
but it's the
same old game
.
As I kneel to feel the force
a force awakens inside of me,
something akin to poetry
where the lines we write
make eyes at me.

The parable becomes the rhyme
in time
I shall
become that too.

Who knows
where life would take us?
we are the seed that grows
some wild
some not so
we grow
anyway.

Sunday is a habit
I wear like a nun
some accept
others do not
I've got
nothing to worry about

prayers are prayed
the execution is stayed
life will take us where
it will

it would still
be adventure
for me.

— The End —