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Blessing pages with cleaver phrases as you let me use your world;

let me allow my prophetic pen to bleed
these combined words to form apocalyptic scrolls for
people with misguided, lost souls;

gathering jolly spirits to follow the divine light
giving up oneself for the improvement of homosapiens health;

Blessing blank sheets with subliminal messages
about worldly ways consumed inside secular days
where trails are tribulations and folks pray and
hope for survival in times of revelations;

Blessing processed wood with ink from my pen
stunting growth of forest trees, destroying tropical
jungles, slaughtering lumber, so poets can articulate
whats engraved inside covered skulls
trying not to expose the truth that most won't
believe unless its tangible and directly underneath their nose;


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