Lingering Contradictions

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tell me again about the end of the world. 

the stiffening numbers that keep count of our crimes. and the unfortunate math that feigns to absolve. 

time taps its fingers on the glass. 

a curious cannibal. a fickle companion. 

we solve the world in the simple arithmetic of love and hate. 

while the truth still nurses much more complex equations. 

betrayal crawls out of its skin. 

a confident ally. a ruthless adversary.