The Coat of Many Suicides,
Wears addiction to judgment as strongest weakness of all hopelessnesses,
Leads horses to water tainted by blood of long-dead bodies.
So much grief, so little time,
Retreats only in the face of
God Esteem.
Thesaurus of Divinity wails for the City of Peace.
Not a day of night goes by,
But there is trust deeper than deepest fright,
Prowls around the ruins of the panicky prodigal,
Makes reply to unfathomable and misunderstood soul questions,
Smashes masks imprisoning paradise,
Revealing simple sanctuaries of healed, radiant smiles.
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