Sundered, Accursed
There is nothing quite like it ... for polarizing
perturbation between otherwise reasonable
people, not even critical life issues like
love, finances and the finality of it all in
death carries the potential for cinders to
remain in relationships of long duration
and close intimacy to catch afire the flames
of anger and dissent finalizing division as
nothing else can do aside from emotional
reservations of deep critical separation in
religion and politics. Woe betide the fate of
any who question the depth of logic or lack
thereof of those who have committed to a
perspective whose any deviation creates a
schism of conviction and the doubter comes
instantly due for an introduction to the kind
of molten-metal fiery tirades worthy of a
volcanic eruption, spewing forth accusations
and threats fuming with violence and epic
proportions of vitriolic spleen of accusations
whose throbbing pain can never be retracted
distancing one forever from a relationship
once considered firmly set in good faith and
trust, consigning mutual respect to oblivion.
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
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Poetry
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