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Egg on Easter
Egg on Easter,
no one who is sane can begin to believe that there is nothing or Christ, just nothing?
The world is in a mess, dare anyone deny that this is the truth, this is the test.
Wherever we look factions and fractions give us the tautological certainly that where
humans are humanity runs away fast and far away as violence has the night and day.
In our general election pompous political arithmetic seguing into statistics that dully flows through our disunited kingdom as rhetoric is rare as demagogy blares out Simple Simon answers, or pride in prejudice as Christ's sacrifice is of no avail and all religion is tainted by the few fearing they are the unreasonable while philosophy is cant not Kant.
Our a silly selfishness seguing into great greed and awful envy that got us all in the world into the Great Recession that slowly, uncertainly is dying, but is so more real for many than the Resurrection of Jesus Christ's yet, yet still, people of all sorts are touched even momentarily by Easter as others go to church even though scorned by those who know it all and indifferences of the everyday world even on Easter Sunday, this most risky high of high days.