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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