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    Misfits to Deify
    Misfits to Deify
    Misfits to Deify
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    Misfits to Deify

    By Thomas R. Wilson

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    A genuine and Heart acheing memoir in poetry reflecting the relationship between a Grandfather and his grandson.This book is designed a hate filled love letter from a grandson scorned by death and the man it took away.Often grim, ever hopeful Misfits to Deify reminds us that despair and and hope often coexist at the same time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThomas R. Wilson
    Release dateOct 8, 2018
    ISBN9780463070338
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      Misfits to Deify - Thomas R. Wilson

      Death and its Melodies

      The melodies of misery resonate, reverberate a concerto of pain, an orchestra of maliciousness

      Bury my father wishing for life, wanting for death, I am lost in crystalline tears dark as coal. I am struck in the balconies that lead one to fear and watch the death to come, the conductor, the master to cause the demons to dance to pluck the chords of my harp heart. I am lost in Death. Its melodies ring strong, sounds of drums marching loud, a church bells sound in darkest winter. I am deceived by Death and its melodies as they sing, ring, ruin me. Death and its melodies are more than my fate, then my misery.

      How Can I Dare?

      How can I dare be the master of my life when millions mutter the words savoir in silence, in terror? How can I dare to live in luxury when children starve, round with bursting bellies full on death? Lusting for meals, sparse with meat, lively with locusts. How can I dare hold onto God when billions more scoff at his name and I never rattle their mockery? How can I dare to see myself as righteous when better men lay crippled and maimed, ragdolls of misery? How can I smile when grandfather’s age watch as the quilt of their memories unravels at the threads and their children disappear? How can I dare say

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