Realigning Love's Grace

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No quarter, malice for innocence.
Boundless crime.
Call murders a war.

Try to allow your ill fate to be a collective ours.
Would we demand dues when it is time?
Shall we allow a burden to bury us?

War seeks infectious apathy; we do not obey.
Capitulation is the cowards way.
The youth see what seeks to be hidden.

Arrogance is a mask that leads the broken.
We aim for justice, collective peace.
Those who pretend to lead fall from grace.

The illusions of a good person or a bad.
Each of us holds the ability for nuanced alignment.
We have a collective duty to deny ignorance.

For a story is only whole when all sides speak.
Let there be joy in understanding.
Allow an apology to land when contrition is in need.

The spirit is reborn each time you vanquish your fear.
Seek love even when your time is dear.

Aaron Baker
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Spare no malice for the innocent—
what crime is boundless but a war
that names its murders “duty”?

Let your misfortune become our own,
not as a weight to crush us
but as a lesson shared.

War hungers for apathy,
but we are not its feast.
Surrender is the coward’s creed.
The young already see the truths
the old hands try to bury.

Arrogance wears the face of leadership
while guiding only the wounded astray.
Justice demands a steadier hand—
peace, a wider heart.

Good and evil are masks we trade
to hide our complexity.
Nuance is the first oath
against the ignorance we inherit.

A story becomes whole
only when every voice speaks.
Joy returns when understanding blooms.
Forgiveness lands softly
when contrition finally breathes.

The spirit is reborn
whenever fear is faced and broken.
Seek love—
especially when the hour is short.

Aaron Baker
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