New lines
groove
into aging hands
as all folds
before our eyes
we grow &
die as body
society
government &
humanity
we fight
a war w/ ourselves
& still we grow
salvage
& create w/
an undeniable
magnitude
nature
remaining our
savior
all the while
so tell me:
what fear should
we have if
suffering
be our lot before
peace
can be met
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