Without the love,
where’s the safety?
Without the safety,
where’s the peace?
Without the peace,
how’s a victim
going to learn to handle grief?
Where’s the trust
without forgiveness?
Intimate knowledge,
without grace?
When darkness is
but looming shadow,
who will see the unmasked face?
Long death’s
a quick survival.
Long survival’s
countless deaths.
If air is free
but life’s a bargain,
money is power is money is breath.
💜 Whitney Houston sang the lyrics “…the greatest love of all is inside of me…” earning lots of “money” and materialistic things during a stellar singing career; then she drowned in a bath, an ignominious death, let that sink in while chasing “money”
nisi mortuus nec neque nolite vicit 🤭🤫🤐
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