The great fear is here: unsustainable It becomes a mighty crashing ocean Engulfing what madness knows of sorrow a pocketful

of daisies a fable what pride gives to vanity comes ashore jostles in the foam as a purity washed up from the depths of humanity what little was gained in purpose of war made an albatross of the mind it hung death upon death without mercy’s repose haggardly the senses become a noose ultimately the last scene will succumb for all tragic outcomes there is a poem it listens for an answer and hears none.

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