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O.C. Bearheart

The Circle

What made us look up at the sky and find something to worship?
 
What made us look up at the tree branches and find a means to murder?
 
What made us look at one another seeking differences and flaws?
 
We made ourselves, and so we destroy ourselves.

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Stephen O Amadi
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