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The Good Ol' Boy Theory

The Good Ol' Boy Theory

Birthed in the field of armaments day was hope for a new dawn.
Hope continues to breed in the waxing mayhem over resource.
The scarcest of resources is the, ever elusive, ideal populace.
This scarce resource breeds hostility that erupts into chaos.
Population being ideal is a fictitious concept warred over for millennia.
It's a good ol' boy theory that generates war in search of perfection.
Pursued to the far side of sanity yet all returned with only discrimination.
Yet hope prevails. It is birthed in the hearts of the wild and free.  
Whom walk among the many without the need to forge such perfection.
 

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Jude Kyrie

Read one of yours in return

you do not write with a quill at all

but with a hardened steel sword that has flames

rising from its strike

I do not have the courage for that

keep writing

Make them listen

Jude

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Jamie Tegtmeyer

I will scream until my pen runs dry. Thank you for the love. Jamie

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