Friday, May 4, 2012

...plain sight

We’re most of us guilty
Of something just like
Original sin it’s in our
Bones it’s in our blood
Propagating faith like
Fresh fertilizer clever
Yet so blatant as to
Be blinding & you don’t
Want to study on it for
Fear it might rend your
Belief into tattered bits
Of a rhetoric so foul it
Sticks to your soul be
Coming the sour mash
Of bitter fruit left too
Long in the decaying
Fields of hunger
Hiding in...


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