Influence
That mask pertain,
seems sustenance ordain,
the foolish choice, so bartered with disdain,
to organize one's premise seems remain!
A docile choice, but holding on in vain!
Oh hand of God, reach out,
I must proclaim, deliverance seems liable,
in false aim. The breeching of content is thought's exchange,
confusion by the sinful taught derange!
How timely, Oh that wilderness contain.
Soul's life, unknown by Earthly main,
proceed my Faith, a challenge in restrain,
yet "pass the buck" a cowardly ingrain.
Peace, take my thought, no categories sane,
Influence, Oh the ide's of time's enslave . . .
is lasting, though demeaning's choice . . . stays same!
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