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Grace by Force

by Lanny Thomas

 

In the minds where madness equals ascension

And self-loathing fills empty spaces

The bumping of noses means the cities are full

And tails now resembles the faces


The shout within is always too faint

For the caterers of mercy to heed

The lies too sharp to hold bare-handed

Thoughts way too sterile to breed


You will always find while being fruitful

The pulp rots way before the rind

Sure as a rat will race to the cheese

The skull always outlasts the mind


In some realms an elephant whimpers

In others a kitten can roar

In nightmares a runner must crawl

And in dreams an outcast can soar.

 

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