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Invective
Behind the scenes
some clusters of stars shimmer.
We reap what we sow.
Front and center stage purposeful.
Gratitude lost in a haze
of classic human maneuvers to bend the will.
The construct of self transparent.
See through these actors.
What creatures they have become.
A de-evolution, madness disguised as moral principle.
Our fathers in their ancient halls weep
for the ragged connection lost.
Our mothers walking through the night
bow their heads, tears falling from urgent eyes
as they wonder where their children went.
Into the dark we tell them.
There is no reason in hate.
There is no reason to hate.
Behind the scenes
some clusters of stars implode.
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