Spites Kindling Core - Poem by Alexander Stafford
There is actions and words,
that unlike others,
peirce our thick divide,
and blissfully tear with
power and grace unheard.
Our beings attached to the rock,
limpits to societies materials wanting,
as we blindly wander through sickened mass,
of this, nothing.
Nothing by which unknown,
God? Fate? which cruel master
laidens this path of more than
emotions father to trick and semper fury
like hells own core and manifest.
Greedy, sick morsels.
To detach impossible, the desire
of heaven to high clearly.
The dream of peace will never come true,
or will? .. These actions incure a side of allowance,
that is deceptably strong.
A force of hate and spite that could crush the very meaning of morailty.
This, emotions father no less kindles humanity, and its materials wanting.
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