Dan~ presents, a two part mini-statement,
of the arts of human Will.
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The power of wit,
Materialized by the warm and cold hands of the group,
May become force.
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Force of imbalanced size
Meets the fragile body of small measure.
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Not all at once, said he.
I will live my life taking what I need slowly.
I cannot consume 32 tons of food in one day,
Then live 20 years without hunger.
Be gentle with me,
because I am a bleeding machine,
alone, protecting a heart.
When far away,
Everything becomes just a statistic,
A forgotten day.
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I’m willing now,
To overcompensate,
As I saw my daughter’s eyes in a special light,
In the hospital-room.
Don’t make me scared,
As I am desperate to live,
Once fed the provocation.
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Of god and men,
None of them have brought even one of us back.
What’s lost is lost.
Let the bleeding dominoes fall.
Grace, good riddens.
He broke the toy which he could no-longer play with.
Fin~
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