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    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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