Between what we do
And what we'd like to think we do
Lies a vast bay of denial and delusion
We make believe
There is war in our bones
That growth is the child of destruction
That we are the chosen ones
God's boys and girls given carte blanche
To make war
We make believe
We are right or wrong
That it doesn't matter
In this world
And we'll take a flier
It doesn't matter in the next.
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These two poems today are way up there. The art recap yesterday (or the day before) was also pretty cool. I've been reading this blog a long time, and I forgot some of those nuggets.
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