God said to Marshall,
'If you don't stop hammering
in two minutes,
I'll take that hammer away'.
Marshall said,
'I'll be done hammering
in two minutes'. But
as the hammering
became ripples that alter
lives in a placid society
through and through,
God rethought
the promise. Now the walls
of the past eighty years have dents
and echoes can be heard
in the blood, running outside
the veins, of generations.
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