I have never killed the enemy,
have never stood close enough to
touch the face of God.
I was raised to understand that
the glass is half-empty.
Was taught by my father
how to pour more,
and on the morning of his cremation
I was hiding in another town, with
another man's wife, and I hold no
illusions about forgiveness.
I believe that our lies will get us
through these days as well as
anyone's truth.
I have yet to be proven wrong.
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