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With God
God,
The world consumes itself,
With unforgiving hunger.
It burns,
Under the baneful flame
created by your son.
Where are you, my God?
God,
Truth is your name no longer.
Where are you, my God?
God,
I no longer see,
I no longer feel,
Where are you, my God?
God,
With you,
I am blind.
- Alejandro Bonfil
well crafted and direct, nice
well crafted and direct, nice write
vivid write, pleasure to
vivid write, pleasure to read.
I Really Loved This Poem. I
I Really Loved This Poem. I Felt Something While Reading It. Very Talented :)
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