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Stiff necked fire


The blades dissolve

Tossing unlawful laws

Undressing intentions


The crimson shame of apathy

Is but a lost faith

Outstretching to the open marketplaces

Of dulled consciousness





Bargaining with destiny

On the rooftops of false prophets


Preening the skim

From daily survival


Uncertainty grows and grows

The quicksand of their shaggy mergings

I am left with limbed doubts

Trembling some concise access

To deserve the Resistance


I am the stiff necked soldier

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