Goats And Sheep

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If I should find you lying on the side of the road,
With bruises, and cuts, and blood, and filth,
And I turn away from the stench of you,
I will have become as if your assassin
You will stand up as if my accuser
In those moments of choosing,
A chasm both left and right,
Will separate fake words,
From our true works,
As we then scatter
Like dead seeds
After a blast.
Peace
!
Copyright 2017
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