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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 2
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 2 |
A cloud of discord blocks the sun...
to chill your
grieving soul...
Its shadow slows your healing,
the evil of its
role...
The living darkness moves unseen,
but felt within your
spirit...
You cannot see its fearful coming,
but your grieving heart can
hear it...
Black pudding spreads its bitter taste...
it fills your heart
with hate...
moving you to blindly rush...
to meet its poisoned
fate...
For hatred has no sympathy,
it lives for hurtful spite...
Its
lust for vengeance knows no bounds...
so dig two graves tonight...
Dig
one grave for your enemy...
the cause of all your pain...
Then dig one
for your spirit...
lost in hatred's reign...
Love, hate, joy and
sorrow...
emotions of our choosing...
The wise must find a
balance...
refrain from their abusing...
So we may see more
clearly...
their wisdom we imbue...
and learn to hate not
people...
but the foolish things they do.......
