The Unfairness Of Angels

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  The coin that balanced upon a razor blade
The coin that balanced upon a razor blade




The coin that balanced upon a razor blade
Begs the question, of where does it fall?
To the left? To the right?
50/50,

A crossroad of opportunity
But alas, all bets are off!
For the answer is …
It falls

Like all confused whirlwinds
Empires and fortified walls
Like ruins amongst the ruins
Even high velocity, slows down
Eventually everything stops
And falls



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