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The tally of crimes is no neural vice
Cursing enemies no wasted locution
Stowing grudges far beyond their price
If some day it yields retribution
Count all transgressions — ten fingers ten toes
Enough fists and boots to keep score
Should amnesty to amnesia transpose
True injustice is laid bare to abhor
Should the piety of indifference be
What lets Christians rest on their laurels
I’d sooner say it’s clearer to see
When you’re perched atop former quarrels (more…)