The strange death of integrity

My father would say
‘live as honest as you can’
And speak out
when the sun is blotted
and light is critical.
When temptation is easier,
than a life that
is passionate enough.
I did not always listen
to my father, yet I am
his descendant.
Measuring the wounds
and desecration of ourselves.
And I love with passion,
the more I think.

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