The suffering
was suffering.
You pay for it.
There was no point
in returning, to fumble.
Sodium or Potassium
fluoride will make it lethal.
New crack's open the
mind, like a walnut.
God's creation―
lies in halves.
Take it, or reject it,
the maze of words―
describing the brutality
of life's half-truths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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