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Even when the winds remove your home.
There is blood on your hands and rage without thought.
You have habitually drifted into sloth and cowardliness.
It’s a new day.
Hate foams from your mouth, causing harm to others.
Make things new.
Friends no longer surround and you are alone.
Help the needy.
Self loathing consumes your soul and makes you feel disgusted.
Many have been crushed in your vicious blindness.
There is nothing on the horizon for you at all.
Make your own dawn.
The remembrance of love is faded and gone.
Love is a verb.
Your keen intellect receded into dullness and apathy.
Others no longer shed light upon the path.
Be your own light.
Confusion and uncertainty rob you of life.
By Jason Youngman
Fall of 2017