Poem by (c) Colorofsky
Narrow is the way to righteousness.
Broad the way to destruction.
Both paths they have been lived,
the innocence and its seduction.
Tranquility, peace of mind it seems,
cannot be grounded by the dark seed,
by corruption of the pure, the gentle.
But found instead by the devout creed,
to feed love's sacred temple.
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