Does Not Truth Like a Flower Bloom?

the back story, yet there is more. More to a story told long ago by nations not given the I.D. of those who said that Jesus was dead. God is dead? Man, are we all insane; is not the printing of the words inexcusable? Is God dead? Was General Washington dead when he suggested that the English were not right? And took up arms in a fight? God, are we willing to relinquish that, are the British? Well, somehow, I think that all of us think we are right. And I think we of nations unrelated internally, know that we are related. Like a simple book under a hundred pages. Does not a truth like flowers bloom? Have we not come to know hate in our bosoms a little too intimately, to not know some certain truth? Some question mark that wouldn’t otherwise be there? A mark amongst words that brings Cain and Abel together … a searched through thought. The answers to generations of questions that have been bothering both men and women. Or do we need that. The desire to kill with unrequited weapons. I ask you that. I ask us that.