the past few mornings
clang
like a banging bell
awakening startles complacence
and my soul sees
truth
its endless disgrace keeps waking
and i know what love does
its power overcomes
all of us
but then
often disgraces
shadowing our glory
to be everything is impossible
to be anything is not
to be virtuous
demands its infinite
and just amount of consent
give onto Caesar
everything again
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