The Fragile Stalemate
Good and evil arguingkeeping a low profile
secretly negotiating
the nature of free will
Subversive and subliminal
salvation on their lips
they challenge us to follow them
persuasion tastes like wine
Eternally the match goes on
the pieces come and go
as we look on, observers still
unworthy to decide
We clutch a fragile stalemate
cemented to our lives
for fear that we might tip the scales
toward heaven or toward hell
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2011-09-27 at 18:33
Tags Good  Spirit  Power 
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