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Your sacrifice (Free verse) by Crakyamuni

Christmas is fireplaces and eggnog, sappy hands and sappy hearts, love and affection... but sometimes Sometimes, it's the scars of a poor family whose house has burned to the ground Without when most are with, contradicting the smiles and pure joy of the neighbors children in their large family room window If there is a god- I swear he sees you...But don't expect any favors Just savor this pain and tend your third degree burns on this day after Let your tragedy always remind those around you of the way our celebrated benevolance could only afford so much I thought the pain of solitude on christmas was horrible, until I stopped to recognize the despair in the eyes of your beautiful mother fighting back screams of injustice pointed like menacing shotguns at the heavens Your misfortune on our so-called saviors surfacing day has brought me solace and given me vision we of this fat and blind nation owe you and in our ignorance we find bliss

Bachus 26-Dec-02/2:38 PM
Could you edit it thinner and more verticle? to increase the structures longevity and quicken the read to memory.




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