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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)


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