Non-Fiction
The dealt possession of the bastard child
the needle given to the addict mild
the pieces left from accidents
the false ideas of angels sent
the nothing that overwhelms the fear
the way we hope the seams will tear
the worse the kids turn out to be
the better the crimes committed will seem
the more we leave to the next generation
the less the future will have the patience
the something that keeps us from tearing it down
the less the power will wear the crown
the thing we all have grown to trust
the little it has to offer us
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