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Bibles Familiar security awaits us When we come home… But some kill over frozen resin-cast exclusive fantasies Of home… The prophets on their one-way road Told us enjoy each day, be kind Forgiving peaceful perfect… The rest is illusions installed by (well-intentioned or insane) sorcerers To curl humanity into impossible knots - the Babel to end empathy - To war in predictable Patterns, Fibonacci paisleys of Fire and carnage circling In a vacuum of no-faith, only Evil’s utter emptiness The awful necessity of cruelty The inevitability of misery And despicable destruction Of home… And indeed for those sub-humans Who wander off into their sad Midas dreams Seducing hostages Hell is home… January 2019
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