Poem: Black Hole.

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Black Hole.

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You can paint any word pictures you please,

You can talk unctuously ’til you are blue in the face

But it will not change anything,

You are a natural killer and you know it.

You say you are aware of the weight of the truth,

There were reasons that you believed at the time.

You walk the world with a ministerial step

But because of who and what you truly are

There are so many, many innocents who do not.

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