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What

curls creation toward the fire,

while Nature gently lowers flower petals to earth?

Why

does those of untamed passion

lurch and pull attention for a moment's sake?

When

will sounds of honesty's alarm overcome deception’s lure

of sweet nectar sliding defiantly past unconscious lips?

Where

is innocence of life to celebrate

if too few open minds admit to their learned discord,

choosing rather to condemn truth

as somehow the survivalist’s weakness?

How

will this perpetual delusion of instant gratification

resolve its conscious denial of long-term sacrifice?

To never know the durable love of peace is to…

Forever grieve mistakes’s path to greatness.

Accept disintegration of principles as necessary.

Isolate one’s regrets as uncorrectable.

Suffocate the tenacity of truth.

Embrace the darkness of ignorance.

Or…

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before we drown in hostility’s wreckage.