Blessing in Disguise
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1 min readMar 10, 2017
Upon this food we’re about to eat:
Commanded to love, drowning
Air rises to the surface.
A heavy machine blocks the Son
Before it pummels the Earth,
A scythe through a field of white.
You called on me — belief
As old as myth;
The sincere deception.
Why did you leave
To find meaning alone
In a burdened reverie?
