i should know
but i don't know
crystal's sight
keeps me going
when i leave the door
behind are memories
some unpleaseant
and virtue the sky is calling
violence in the street
and in our places of worship and study
omnipresent politiking
and the world of oppression
subterfuge and supply
the demand and regale of the day
honest works and kind gives
a lot know
but who's to say
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