poem
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They moan out a little song, and they say harshly, “Our beliefs you see, bring bitter enemies.” And they nod and get up to make raucous comments behind closed doors. This poison would have worked had the good not superseded them. Their brains now burn over the evil and poor. Their darkness spread over a…
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When that evening came, and the pendulum struck once unfolding the great theme of his life. They did know. It seemed like he was a fine man to them. They have never seen a pendulum sound once. “And understand this,” they said. “This man does not discuss such things.” But they did know that the…
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What is the nature of sin but the thirst in the smell of wine or the hunger in the smell of food? And when the trivial is over, these people rest in solitude and their thoughts play endlessly with the chasm. And they hope they bury the chasm. For there are many different opportunists living…
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Coldness comes over us, just as rage does. And we’re all right. Then the hunt and how high we bid our abilities of hatred and shame is gone. The irritability crafts a pearl and a historic moment, and we’re thrown back to the sea. We’re all one. We’re all part of a divine creation. We…
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We could see everything and perhaps remember. And some may give the whole thing up and go back to the dark way. A path in danger from the assaults of Hell. But in the midst of a laugh and into the dimness of our little office we think of taking our memories to place in…
Hadi Atallah 