Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Even dinosaurs have come to exhaust their purpose.
Only those with kept patience,
Will witness them again extinguished.
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People can no longer escape,
From faked and false accusations made...
They had grown accustomed to make and place,
A blame on others for their own decisions...
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Let the truth be told to be unfold.

'Why? '
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Grieving to mourn,
Has its own limitations.
And those who have done it,
May find it difficult to forgive.
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Liars who have found this easy to do,
Have yet to experience...
What it means to be deceived,
By those who play games with honesty.
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Those awaiting with anticipation,
The ending of their man-made creations...
With solicited predictions,
They insist will come to afflict!
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I didn't believe in angels,
Until one came to appear to me.
If I had not seen before my eyes...
To believe.
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'Long ago I divorced myself,
From the importance.'

The importance?
The importance of what?
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No longer do I participate,
In prolonged conversations...
Involving events that had taken place.

Especially when people refuse to trace,
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The undaunted ones continue to sing,
Knowing that a sitting in a pity pit...
Only maximizes a suffering,
Allowed when doing this.
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