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I.
One day, I mocked the truth; refused to see.
Deep ridicule was shovelled from my door.
The Jesus freaks -- claimed wealth, been saved -- looked poor!
Weighed down by heavy books. Humility!
Our dogma: Peace love dope. But, none was free.
Tranquil? Laid up in smoke rings; did we soar?
Great cost was paid. Yet, we sought and lost more.
Forget the change. We’re bankrupt morally.
I teetered at the bottom, full of blame.
Bravado broke by words I need to see:
Love, easy does it, hallowed be thy name.
Now, door ajar, acceptance is the key.
I live today. I walk; no longer lame.
Unfathomable peace: serenity.
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