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It is said that the pen is mightier than the sword. I have been wielding my own personal sword, the results of which have resulted in this first book, Dead Angels Sing No Hymns. In these pages there are no paths to wisdom, only the blackened trail of a man desperate to understand not so much the world, but himself, and the many meanings contained therein. The poetry collected here explores the classic struggles that pervade nearly all human existence: the sacred, the profane, the divine, and the pitifully mortal. It is the innermost world, in all its ugliness and occasional raw beauty, that is exposed within these lines. I sincerely hope that readers will see not only what is hidden in the soul of one man, but also a familiarity that whispers “you are not alone.”
