hands beyond malice

These hand could touch a palace toward a contraceptive
mind limit,
pace by pace,
moment by moment,
there is another soul to tear away from it's malice
another mother to take from a child
another brother to slash from a battle
another thought cut from your hearts,
how many hands must be sent from the beyond?
the great beyond.
my hands beyond the malice, can be cut
into a little wife's piece.
separate the aging circles keeping you faith together,
keeping the generational love to another,
as your fingertips.
pass them on to a great new world.

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