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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hatred, The Menace, And The Curse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is perhaps my most vexatious quandary: <br>That I am able to reckon with what circumstance stole<br>At the expense of hatred toward a single, albeit, entirely deserving soul! <br>She is the only reason I have what most may call 'dirty laundry'-<br>The near-destruction of a once-purposeful life, accomplished<br>Through the employ of a living, breathing lie, <br>That does not seem to want to be finished, <br>Kept alive by the stupidity of the masses-but why? ! <br>In the face of all the evidence to the contrary, <br>Many still believe the fallacy; their collective gullibility is quite scary! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With every whisper, or thoughtless shout that states the same, <br>I am forced to reckon with the phantom menace<br>Who stole so much, yet gifted only his surname.<br>The memory I once had of my boyhood, I imagine is<br>Lost now, as is the heroic figure I once believed he was-<br>Gone the way of my erstwhile innocence, because<br>The truth was finally allowed to amble in my direction, <br>Shuttered all those years, under guise of my own protection.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, I am a man who reckons with the disappointment<br>Of a lie that lasted into my manhood, as well as the anointment<br>Of my own flesh and blood, as pure evil, incarnate! <br>My burden of guilt, through association, may not alleviate<br>With the simple passage of time and space-<br>It is too much for me, and only through Blessed Grace<br>May I hope to finally pay riddance to my heart's grievous lamentation.<br>Then only, may I offer any amorous invitation<br>Into the world I call my own, for better or for worse, <br>Where now I could only proffer my unbeknownst beloved, a curse! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">-Maurice Harris,16 October 2011</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Maurice+Harris">Maurice Harris</a></strong></div>

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