A Revelations 3:16 Generation


Let us be extremely adequate.
Let us be moderately extreme.
Where there is crying
Laughter
Hold my hand with your
Whispered screams.

We will be neutral
in our convictions.
Lukewarm
to the taste.
the lovers of middle-ground,
Indifference
always embraced.

Drifting away from "You"
Towards "Me".
Never bold:
Never shy.
Let us not look either up or down.
Let us neither live, nor die.

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