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untitled (Free verse) by waxtester

Dirt cleanses hearts untrue. Chiping away from steel/ covers: clean as the streaming wash of dirt collected for years in loveless mesh. Holding one (religeous) problem (whom said to whom one to the other) without all powerful Him; in, all powerful, decision. Striking fists, in which, are wholly God and wholly thought on (as the prayer unsaid) Now no eyes are seeing to the blindness of faith.

zodiac 19-Apr-04/2:00 PM
Please post the poem that begins "The gothic clocks struck their tolls" next.




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