Eric Frazier

Cascading cataracts, tidal tremors
Permeating pulses upon basic being
Of my manifold meld with
violent vicious dire disorder
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Breathing wondrous air
I see the soil
For which I care.
That man lacks toil
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Who cleans a bloody bramble?
Mere man bleeds indignation,
Marked murderers jeer justice
And eerily exalt themselves.
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When I roamed with ravens
and fought the wicked wolf
Blood stained my being
and my eyes were not seeing.
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About mundane bricked fortress
Amble the fitting youth
Who stumble reckless but decide
A path to run upon.
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In the year two thousand eight
are we to grovel in despair?
No, for He bestows with magnaminous care
a Covenent, unfathomably great.
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