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1st Stanza
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Look around you, man
Do you see perfection in anything you see?
In the ocean, in the sky, in the people you love?
Such exquisite beauty only comes from an absolute flaw-
a mistake that grows in darkness
or the dawn of reconsideration...
it is a blind venture.
We are at once good and evil, like God
meant to contradict everything we know.
That conflict is desperate and purple and unpredicted.
It evaporates in the daylight,
rises up in an offering,
then tumbles down into unbalanced pyramids,
crushing into violent crashes on the roadside,
the noise of which we return foolishly to God-
asking for explanation and absolution,
only to hear in response:
Silence.
Because God awaits the same.
Go forth, and do the best you can. |
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