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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 20-Apr-04/6:12 PM
Dear waxtester, I'm not often serious on this site, but on this matter I'm being completely honest. The troll poem rocks. I really think the people here will like it a lot. Thank you.




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