D B Versehawker

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Knowledge is happiness

In severe loneliness
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I woke up after a transcendental slumber
Sand heaps in my eye
water flowing inside my head
I don't know what day it is
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It's winter in my lonely house
Darkness wraps me tight
I turn on the lights and they reveal only pain
In the mystic haze of questions
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The astronomer gazed and dazed

With his mighty visionary telescope
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(For those young suicide bombers brainwashed in the name of God and sacrificed by terrorism)
We are the balloon men,
We pop like air out rubber
Screaming God!
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