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In the heat of summer, blood dries quickly,

so too in our minds.

Pulse pumped out blood and drowned us,

but we forgot after a week.

Blue blood means nothing,

as we learned in Dallas. 

How many tragedies

to make a nation feel something?

How many funerals for us to cry ?

But no, it passes

along our feeds

because we don't need to feel;

We don't live in the real world anymore.

And sometimes,

I wonder,

in the age of information,

how will God find us online?