PUTTING THE HYPOCRIT IN HIS PLACE

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JOURNAL #19

burgeoning myth

quite magical are you

in your precious telling

history indeed shall speak

of ye one day

with a voice thats aged and wise

so weep not just yet

for there are no tears of truth

worth such sad eyes swelling pride

she carries her constant cape

of the far too pessimistic view

built up from deep within

somewhere dark and doubtful

faith's wealth and respect

she only pretends to deserve

God

he is the coming of all man's fortunes

and shall strike down with but one look

all those with far too fallible

disapproving powers

and I

with all love bathing

my spiritual body

shall relish that first instant...........

(Dec. 15, 1998)

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