not the author
the indescriminant
the unjust
we believe in God
the wealth therein
the virtue to it
nevertheless we welcome passion
the bent the outrage
into our semi stable lives
we beget chaos
we live it out
without real service
empty handed
are we
so softly spoken
word word of discourse
dismay dismal
reflections for us
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