It isn’t an age of discretionary malevolence - or am
I seeing those signs in tears of th’ déshabillé left in
penance to their origins; as bléssed be the wicked,
they don’t kiss or make up unless deferring to their
tenets determining to Whom the Chaos Tolls - that
ruthlessly unilinear view of who wins plays a death
knell for all believing freedoms of speech agree on
limitations - as in ‘do unto others as you expect to
receive fairly’ but when contradicted don’t start the
scene of unrequited grievance; tho we’re back in a
sane World - and can see dust of discordance has
settled into a bier for malevolent tenants; it’s end’s
this Renaissance’s beginning now - & wherein our
voices shared be freed a carapace of animosity
© 7 March 2017, I. D. Carswell 
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