Thinking
If I were To walk the edge of the moon and
bark like a loon
Or be angry at the blazing day and shun the
night as I lay;
I would feel glory so sincere for what I revere
reverencial fear from bullets of thoughts so clear
Amidst the wasted youth of candy coated truth
Lies the callous disregard of the heinous and marred bloodied and scarred
But I maintain
Strain to maintain on an sland of insane...
Then I awoke..as if a stranger spoke~
Shalom
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