Science, force-like
induces alienation,
nucleus of reality,
metaphysical uncertainties
the cell-self divides.
Righteous anger,
produced by terrorized facts,
reduced to irrationality,
cancerous growths of truth.
In the trash-end of
the joy-sad spectrum
unknown measures of
Esteem can be salvaged
provided that the vultures
of self-sabotage
don't smell it first.
Shame, mother-destroyer
of worth, patient of madness
Blamed for all her own
Nobody hates shame
as much as she herself
In the self-cell,
we forget all possibility
of the migration of fear
We divide, multiply
destroy ourselves
and our lives
just to see
if God is real.
yes, it's an art blog.
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