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October 3, 2011

 

it stands firm

upon this battered landscape

barren and wasted

in the usurpers struggle

death

blowing endless in the wind

mankinds only hope

amidst despair of his own causing

unchanging

though all the ages dust

be blown against it

our one, final chance

at life

 

I fall before the cross

what else can I do

there is nowhere else to go

 

alone at the cross comes meaning

to the senselessness of life

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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