SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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Justice Finally

Oft we are alone as individuals
As discrete matter
With just wanky noise to listen to
Heckled
Spirited away to a dark place
With evil beings yelling at the top of their lungs
Handcuffed, unsung heroes abound tortured
Fighters of corruption perish badly
Powerful people have bad taste
Bad manners
And never sleep
The spike in madness & paranoia is easily noticed
We panic
We lose our spark
I end up enjoying pain as pleasure
All of our naked bodies look ugly all of a sudden
Skin turns black
Eyes are taped shut
Mouths foam over
The white moth still reigns and it’s the wrong time for silence
I am told to be crazy instead of important
The gods face mortality
The new world order is the dictator
Never spoil a crisis for personal gain becomes a viral meme of all our enemies
Milk to drink is spoiled
The oceans are black with blood, my wrists need cut
No reflection exists
She runs away
The ship sinks, the iceberg avalanches
Warnings never resound.

Nevertheless, for this judgement, Babylon --
Again a war of evil
The earth moved and the sun traced its path
An unexpected sign of love
History, the present, 
Becomes fate.

And flesh will heal
Good things happen often, remember that
Obama explains some other wisdom to us — 
When something bad is happening here, something good is happening somewhere else, remember that
My mind goes away when evil things are happening to me, a blessing from God if there is such a God
So I enjoy tequila and comfortably numb pretty well
I love black-out sleep full of interesting dreams
And pure mama’s milk at the same time
Life is easy again sometimes
We see around the bend
The future is inviting us in to something important
The dead decay into nothingness, finally enlightened
A grey moth emerges finally sounding off
People listen, leaders harken
Problems become solvable and solving begins
Greatness is within the bounds of possibility
Faith returns in the Lord of wind and rain
A warm sun pervades, signs move thru the heavens
The oceans become deep blue again
And this is happening now
We're reflecting now
People all over the map are committing themselves to be set apart
Oft we are no longer alone
Laughter is normal again 
Conversation is normal again
Honest existence reveals dirt and dung to the everyday people
But they are handling it
This cycle of heavenly influence
This chapter, this up-and-coming age of youth & vitality & wonder
Mortality is far off
Something is happening
Besides being good it’s hard to capture this time — 
When Judgment cleared the air, grace was there, and on-going.
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