Stone deaf the kiss of death
levels off ferocious wounds.
The voice of the world
the murder of truth got a reward.
A metaphysical experience
sniffs a life of gluttony.
Chained to the probity of spirit
I bowed my head
reluctant to follow the procession established.
Lifetime’s nostalgia lifted a veil
as strong faith balanced the scales
I don’t misuse my gifts
because it’s all in the hands of God.
God works through the most random people.
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