The mystery of evil
What a life it implores
Deception of reality with instant ramification
Look towards it with no condemnation
A price to pay
Devoured with little delay
Can you touch it to magnify your power
Cometh the storm prepare for an eternal hour
It never searches for it is often found
They say the world has laid down
Enchanting its kiss to reverse our thoughts
The good are weak a fight easily fought
Forever we must resist a touch of infection
To come close to our resurrection
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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