Of the trust I give, As a child does, in a simple care untold, you brought, the fury to my heart. As my very centre is caught painfully throughout, with some part, so unspeakable, I am led to weep, abreast and agape with incredulity. Afterall with you, humanity, I am still, to provide a vestige of hope. Whilst another marks a line upon one’s breast, pointed blade inward, and your cry, alludes to a fear of the unknown - I am to cry, for the tragedy of life. And arrives the day, I recall on the remembrance of Christ, how his resurrection, is sullied and torn into the mythic – a narrative History of Christianity alluding to its dogma, and superstition - conqueror, preying upon the serfs. Truths born, departing into the smell of thickening angst. God a majestic trick of the powerful, the tyrannical, the apex predator. For another, I consider, of God, and his son, on high, a hope, for echelons and ‘hero’s’ unknown yet, one mi...
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