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“Fear is the mother of morality” Friedrich Nietzsche
We Went We went down to the church in pews to tremble with the organ and listen to well meant platitudes long past reality as we know it, all tents pitched in tribal territory, centuries old moralisms as small totems of fear set against delight, Vaulted words ricocheting off the ceiling, but no mention of the revolution of love, home we went with hearts black as our winter coats. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Ho, my goodness ~ you tell it, brother!
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I sure didn’t stay either, wherever that was the vibe, gah!
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Love that last line👍🏻
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I suspect it is something you’ve experienced at some point?
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An allusion to “They that go down to the sea in ships”?
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Yes, immediately I’d had that thought pop up, it connected with that very line for me and added to the poem’s feel. Well spotted Liz.
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Thanks, Paul!
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I would stay away from that church.
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I did, that’s for sure, toxic.
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I have had similar experiences and finally left and I don’t go back. Great post, Paul.
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Yes, dreadful experiences, and so sad – contra the whole purpose. I appreciate you sharing this LuAnne
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