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Inside out

Awkwardness and anger

The sense of
The great unjust
What is it
About
This world
And what we let
It do to us
That lurking animal 
Within
Must come 
From somewhere 
From without
Surely 
The cause 
Of all
The fire
And the ice 
The steel 
And the puddles
Cannot simply
Be
Inside 
Each of us
Surely 
Our actions
Cannot be
Our own 
We cannot be
To blame
For all
This chaos 
This rage 
This broken life
This stuff
Of nonsense 
Without 
And within
It must be
A greater force 
The angels 
And the daemons 
For if the 
Blame 
Doesn't lie
At their door
Then who
Is at fault
It couldn't 
Possibly 
Be 
us
 
Could it
 

◄ Like monkeys in the rain

The perfect murder ►

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