Reparations for the soul

Alternating frequencies of false equivalencies – is the calamity that fuels our absence of morality.

We wander through the trails of our life seething.

Seemingly oblivious – that anger without discernment is a purgatory that few are granted a parole from.

A path without a map.

A ship without a sail.

Our past is the currency – but history is not sexy and accordingly it is cast aside.

The past is our treasure.

Within its depths are the reparations – for our callous disregard of the lessons that cried out for acknowledgment.

Instructions that were muffled by the serial crimes of our haughtiness.

Lest we die without redemption.

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