Poems ✍️

And, in lesser worlds ther'd be time to rest-
ones eyes from the eysores set before them.

For eyesore's cast a veil o'er Natures Heart-
drains the pacifying milk, from her breasts,
shaves the newborn bark off the infant Oak.

I know so....believe it to be true and unholy-
as this is what we do in our greater World;
As, God, has not forsaken us...We have HIM.



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