The outer shell must fall and reveal the sanctum of what we believed is diety truly is our fear and pain manifest in an imagined salvation we never had nor will when in all proof there is no salvation only the suffering we must learn to love and be content in. (Sorry for some of my horseshit rambling.) Enjoyed your poem. Hope you enjoy my writing.

Thank,

Greg

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.