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“When I say to the wicked, o wicked man, you shall surely die and you do not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his perversity and iniquity, but his blood will I require at your hand”

No longer affright of the wild
that may hunt me down in shreds

But that beautiful woman
next door in dreads
that may suffocate me with a pillow

Not petrified by the gunshots of robbers
but that young man with beards
that may cut me down
like a tree with an infected bark

The world is at war with peace
Its body swimming in the bath of blood



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