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Peace


The patience of the matriarch or the force of the father, I’ll learn and teach the inconsistencies of the world to my daughter
 
I’ll reach into my psyche to find gold for my son, I’ll try again to start an end that hasn’t begun
 
When the philosophy of tyranny is widely accepted, that omniscient being won’t let anything have a place up in heaven
 
If peter piper knew that what he picked would be evil, then the love of hate would surely find its way out of people... lmk what you think☺️
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JosephBooker

I’m 20 year old soldier in the US Army. I’m a working artist that would like to share some of my work.

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