Purple memories taken out and dried
like tendrils from a brain
synapse lapses into refrain.
Unfair, Unfair, is life.
To be saddled like a riding crop
with problems others have
the tao.
Nothing bad ever happens
to them wicked people.
They take large bites of life
and never pay the tao.
Yet the end is not yet seen
we have not been inbetween
the rock and the hard place
yet.
Perhaps the final burning
makes them enter into RUNES
and howl with no sound
while we can live with
JESUS in eternity.
Tao.
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