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Train of Thought

  • Writer: Hobbes
    Hobbes
  • Dec 17, 2019
  • 1 min read

Wine.

That age-old medicine.

Paired

With bread and

Venison.

A sedative.

Perceived as negative

By age-old relatives.

Switch.

The denizen, Swiss.

Genevan,

Put his trust in

Fellow men.

Low on melanin.

Tanned in a

Yellow den

Burnt like a

Yellow hen.

A penitence

For sins

Of the guardian

Who tried to mend

A past

Of reprimand,

Loss of land.

Change of plans.

Dunes and sand.

Change of rhyme.

Blame the mime.

Change the time.

Slower.

The life of a whistleblower.

As rare as nowhere.

Noah.

‘A Few Good Men’

It’s hard to comprehend

The damage done

By everyone

To everyone.

Saved by

The Son of Man.

Selah.

Take a breath, savor

The Savior.

Praise Him!

Let Him in.

Praise Him!

Elegant, and

Crucial.

So much more than

I can pen.

Time to end.

 
 
 

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