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Ezekiel

By Ryan Culwell

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Broke my hammer pounding words

And sounding warnings seldom heard

Forging bells out of rhyme

While something older has occurred

People swaying to my sirens

And the rhythm of my work

Singing oh how we love these love songs

While I cut their heads off with my dirge

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