07.14.10

It’s brutality that reverberates

Retaliates against friend and foe,

Revenge is as fresh, as red hot blood

As fresh as the orange, white hot sun

 

To each his own or so they say

And to each their own sick selfish ways,

For the blind words of a wise old man

Are as good as a leper’s crippled hand

 

Who’s to say who should stay

No man knows God’s willful ways

Nor is his voice well heard down here

For an absence there is, of hearing ears

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