An Intended syringe
An Intended syringe
by Frank Daub
There is new intent in words today –
A syringe quality in what they
Say.
Injecting soul-aimed death –
a truer death than before,
When the possibility of Hope
bore
The possibility of escape
through laughter,
An understanding of soft-intended
humor.
A softer spirit in Meaning, then.
Now comes the specter of control,
A meaner chase against the soul.
All Indications point UNREPENTANT.
What did Paul’s letters warn?
Read gentle understanding –
Before eternal Morn.
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