Weaknesses fed...
Do not strengthen peace.
Where is the discipline needed?
A peace that is kept,
Must have an appreciation shown.
A lazy acceptance known...
To keep a few in new stitches,
Keeps eyes focused on 'things'
That hypnotize useable brains...
To strain for consciousness.
And a peace like this,
Is a glue strip to catch flies.
And others who believe...
Maintaining something simple,
Is easy to gain and retain.
A life made to look like that traps,
In truth deceived and consequences rejected.
And temptations to numb pain,
Easy to obtain.
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