The narcissist is survived by the world


God’s choice in humor






Relics that gather dust

Only suffering can wipe away


In a dog eat dog world

Someone has to be a human


A giver of shelter

Now a robbed man

Giver of charity

With a knife to his throat


Hoards like locusts

Consuming all

The weight of a little charity

Pails in comparison to

A bounty paid in the blood of another



Man to man

A hug to the front

A knife in the back hand


Embrace your kin with love and faith

Greeting with an open hand

It is the same

The final breath of a dying man

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