soul tattered
soul wrecked
the child dashed upon the neck
pleading for a time to recover
hoping for a time of rest
freedom from the struggle
free from surmounting debt
the pen leaves a stroke
only remembrance of the child left
profits made for many by the spiritually inept
pulpits of Truth have gone silent
collecting money at every request
the eagle is burning on high
injustice taken in jest
the earth stretching out
soaking in blood’s distress
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