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An Empty World That’s Fraught As I try to comprehend the human heart, it only appears as a veiled vision trapped in the shadows of tunneled thought. My confusion circles all tension to beg this earth’s great minds to seek treatment – treatment to fit their justification of twisted deeds, justification rooted in the ways of greed, the ways of hypocrisy and bloodshed. These are the days when brother love is out of step, vanished from the shelves of knowing how a pulse can pound a globe so wild, as to surge beyond being its brother’s keeper, until now – as mankind gorges on inhumanity – in this the greatest theater of mayhem to ever claw the human spirit. It crowds a world that for so long has flown flags from church steeples, but is fast becoming desperate. |
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