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I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free. The cold seeps deep into my bonesthe night air suspends my breaththe words I form…
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E Pluribus Unum(out of many, one) When patriotism can get you killed your voice becomes a commodity of freedom. Stand up to those that deem to destroy what many have sacrificed their lives for. Be vacant of fear and rise in the light of strength your God has bestowed within you. When tyranny calls patriotism…
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With all the crap that the world is going through, with all the challenges and controversial rhetoric that seeks to seal our doom I remain optimistic about our future. I believe there is someone out there like my grand mother. Someone who could see beyond the chaos to a better and brighter future. Someone who…
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there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of a scaleconnected to the other side by way of chainalbeit our actions. Our death is…
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by Michael Plante Tethered by a noosethe poet awaitsholding dead flowers and a broken heart.His light extinguished and the binding of his life forever crackedthe noose is his only company. The stench of society putrid to him nowdistasteful indeed.Man is God’s manifesto of deathhow befitting that man celebrates itin front of the blind seeking solace.…
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