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The Future Writhes
Once truth is judged delusion,
we choose the lesser of two lies
Abandoning that voice unheard,
-stillborn, a baby cries
The ideal in dark remission,
all hope now cast in flames
Making bargains with the Devil,
-as the future writhes in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
we choose the lesser of two lies
Abandoning that voice unheard,
-stillborn, a baby cries
The ideal in dark remission,
all hope now cast in flames
Making bargains with the Devil,
-as the future writhes in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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The Future Writhes
The Future Writhes