Your eyes, what do
I see? Brutally the river swells.
Life's teachings have failed.
Who was hypnotized?
Giver or taker? Our vantage points
are different. We hurt with hugs.
Voiceless the pain
rises to make a religion, where the
murderer becomes a god for love.
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