How high to stem the breaching tide.
That washes daily into our lives.
A rise and fall, with horrific force.
Split and cut right through our course.
And though at times it seems sublime.
It slowly soaks with turpentine.
A drowning water in our lungs.
Of life’s debris, while Satan hums.
And watches while we slowly sink.
God’s dye is cast, a deep red ink.
Which covers us and pulls us under.
Ripped from mercy, cast asunder.
And so we land in bits and pieces.
Choked on truth, strewn on beaches.
And watch while new shores rise and peak.
A brave new world, in which to wreak….havoc
Havoc and Consequence 
And, despite, the violence in this world, we are, still, all, driven toward, the more violent means of, doing things in our, lives.
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A violent unearthing of self.
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Man and his mistakes! Wreaks havoc, faces consequences and yet never learns. We wilt but don’t will to be better and then blame Him for turning into Satan.
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Yep, the learning process is maligned and problematic. Some of the easiest lessons are those hardest to master.
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