The existential of love
Reflected in a newborn’s blues.
A new breath,
Having just left
The arms of God.
All,
Even the vice,
Perpetuated to the grave.
A desperate dance,
To avoid the pain.
An awful truth,
Is known but never embraced.
Free your mind
By stabbing it out.
Your thought, is the cause of sin.
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