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A curse on the burden of
essence, tis a spark not
a flame burning bright,
for it has no reprieve or
forgivness, slips away as
a thief in the night,

The promise is not as it
seems, its merit be dammed
and be done, see the lie
see the trick, see the
truth, in the name of the
father and son.
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Posted: Sep 2011

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