The sight you feel

I hunger for truthYearn for upright livingBut I didn’t make a soundAt what “The Giving Tree” was giving I took that fruit and ranDemanding what was rightfully mineI cared nothing for pomp and circumstanceIn the presence of the Divine Other countries grew mysteriesUnbelievable tales of idols and worshipBut civilized humanity grewA “BOMB” that cast offContinue reading “The sight you feel”

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