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my brother aired few thoughts on GoD
perhaps good of man with his hats on
what was it told as vain by Mark twain
making and unmaking of systemic fraud
And a moral or immoral question
to conceive or wed GOD so allusive,
a wish of mind, fickle and diffusive
evil and good, night and day,life and death
the duels that never man fights,
take the size and shape of after thougts
of all mighty the God and no knoweth
the mind of human within and around
with a fear of curse or wrath of death
that few make an impression so vile and deadly
a bite a chant or a morph all vulnerable
for wanton well being of a soul
mind it only in mind
a single minded urge to die in peace
all that prayers ringing bells for solace
end up, aren't they, in a rewind
of mind without body which it exhumes
fathoming perhaps the memories like plumes
that raises into the heavenly muck
where the shapeless souls suck
for all wanton cheats of mind
peripheral and ephemeral desires twined
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