The Father -- Hansel and Gretel

When faced with the basic human ill of
starvation clouds set in the ego and fog
all sense of morality.

It's impossible to fathom sending my
kin into the woods, helpless and alone.
But love -- love and hunger blind all
ability for rational choice.

Go ahead and judge me, trust there is
no harsher critic than my own conscience.
My conscience and God. I worry about my
soul sometimes. It's hard to understand
reasoning of the divine -- which relationship
He values more.

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