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And this? This right here? This is why I cannot sleep, little ideas nipping at me ear...

Making A Mockery

You say Love is
A rambling, idiotic, bloated poem with no rhyme
From fools with no heart.
You make a mockery of love,
Willing for the world to fall apart.

One time you confessed.
“It runs in the family,” you say,
“Nobody really stays in love.”
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Finding My Faith

When I think the system’s broken-
That everything I know is a lie…
I remember the ancient words spoken
Shema Yisrael Adoni…

There was beauty in brutality when
I found my faith in shattered glass.
Their legacy was how they fit.
They taught that nothing will last.

Each priest was made from the whole.
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I challenge anyone into making this into a poem. I myself don't know where it could go, you are welcome to take it:

Everyman’s got a story, some gory heartless tales
Everybody’s heard how it goes, and knows how frail
He broke again, my familiar friend, into another glass
He told me once more, that horror of his past

Still angry. Still ready Othello.

Here's a poem to go with my other picture.

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