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The Balance

Good is getting better and bad is getting worse. - CS. Lewis. ~~~~~~~ It happens. In a bad moment the whole world gets screwed up, not just your world but theirs and those. Pigs grow wings - I mean human pigs. Angels piss all over you and the rain crackles eclectic. The delicate balance between he and her, that one and this one, shifts and if your eyes could twinkle they would but by then it's too late. Evil gets bold, hasty, rash. Its toothy grin beguiles, yet oddly you resume, (even if you never did) you go to church. The pastor winks at you and you know, you just Know that a savage snake is loose upon the land and its name is YOU. Then the next day ------- it's all okay.

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