Such.. Poem by marc molchan

Such..

So to do more
bide our time
true allottment
virtue to be singleton
to live without purpose
to agree with every view
to ignore the unmentionables
peace at last
so they say
war by any other means
war we have it
at last we know
Where it all comes from
we think God
but do we live it
absolute
nonsense

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