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Songs unsung will disappear, as breathless as a stone, the fear of Armageddon fills the air and gathers strength against a prayer that withers, fizzles into nought, despite the lessons we were taught, to love our neighbours as we would be loved by them, the greater good. Or take His name in vain, the strain of blending with another's pain, the art of empathy forsaken, errant paths so quickly taken; thoughts are squandered, so are souls who glorify malicious goals and chase false dreams to sand consigned, the facts misjudged and misaligned. Cause and effect, the laws of nature, whom to kill and whom to nurture, whom to crucify or kiss? the measures of our helplessness. There is no try, there's only do, and I expect the same of you, to strip away dishonesty, the trademark of our misery. To live in love and purity and nullify our enmity, we join together, hand in hand, no hurtful lies, no contraband. The answer lies amongst the stars unnumbered in the universe, a child's first breath, the blushing rose, where hatred cannot interpose.

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Date: 5/16/2016 3:26:00 PM
I really enjoyed your poem.
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 5/16/2016 3:28:00 PM
Thanks Pam! Much appreciated. Best wishes, Keith

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