Not of time or place, this heart of mine
still beating as loud, this mystery of life
because good answers, a silent kind.
challenging is our preserve, our purpose
religion made irony a fool for hypocricy.
asking myself how long maybe can take
against the innocent slaughtered by god.
has always been a humming that’s mine
a wrap against the elements sung within.
© 3/23/2005, RJDuberg
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