Jen Whyte
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Flotsom
until all we see is this husk
ready to be be blown away like dust
on the winds of self perpetuating lust -
Nine Eleven
Wrought by hate and difference
Of creed, religion and beliefs
Of teachings with no tolerence
until all we see is this husk
ready to be be blown away like dust
on the winds of self perpetuating lust
Wrought by hate and difference
Of creed, religion and beliefs
Of teachings with no tolerence
