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Silence Collector

The heart of Man is a collector of tragedy
Our souls deceive their own kin
Hamartia is our downfall
As we tumble, into Oblivion

The sons of Man coerce their cases
Of gain, loss and fevered dreams
We are vexed in the silence--
Searching for Jacob's ladder

We are never free--
From Lust, or Love, or lack thereof
Many are silently waiting to die
While many others already have

We are not free from our own hands
Even in the most intrepid endeavors:
"My conscience is clear--
But, that does not make me innocent"...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 12/18/2017 11:42:00 AM
Very nice read. Flows with a nice rhyme.
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