F o r s a k e n...
And, in lesser worlds, ther'd be time to rest-
ones eye's from the eysore's set before them.
For eyesore's cast a veil o'er Natures Heart-
drains the pacifying milk, from her breasts,
shaves the newborn bark off the infant Oak.
I know so....believe it to be true and unholy-
as this is what we do...in our greater World;
For God not forsaken us............we have HIM
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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