NO WORDS BUT THESE...
...are spoken;
No promises made
but broken.
Truth eludes.
Meaning - is a death word,
Judgement - kills us in the end.
Why - is a tripwire,
you cannot make amends
for everything.
You cannot buy your Freedom
with kindness, nor by being cruel.
Your god, with profound blindness,
uses you for fuel,
His magnificent fire burns.
Cowboy Angel, promised Utopia,
bound in the past,
ropes of unsevered memory;
your fate, at long last,
is but what you are now.
           
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