the gift, the curse
like a same thing in reverse
how to distinguish?
earth, in cosmos
heaven, hades,
THESE
ARE
APPLES
and humans, were pure
blood red clay, bones, sperm
SUBTLE
ESSENCE
and if the sin could be inherited by relay race,
hand by hand?
in conceit, arrogance
we make vanguards of tumult insanity
and start killing each other
W. A. R.
(03: 00 am,2004)
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