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Last Orphan Of The Truth

In the middle—the center, a bullseye did hide Its heart bleeding red, to target the lies It cried out for justice, it cried out in pain Until an arrow struck deeply, truth firmly ingrained Its point forced its power, its shaft driving home A message of hope, into falsehood atoned And deep in your memory, a last orphan screams Renamed in the vengeance, —rebirthed in this dream (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

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Date: 12/6/2016 9:05:00 AM
Wow Kurt. This is very well done! Going in my favorites. Thanks for sharing this.
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