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Advent 2005

I sit eating stuffed jalapenos-
The sweet spicyness intrigues my tongue.
My soul exhausted by the tears of this world

Death and dying, hurricanes, wars and earthquakes
The newspapers are full of these as are the TVs
And my computer screen

In Florida, a young man killed his parents on Thanksgiving Day

Evan Satan cringes and hangs his head-broken
"This is not what I wanted" he screams

And acknowledges that only an unknown God
Can release the sensations of the flesh
From their own destruction