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An altar of wood and gold
engraved the young and old
reflections of their faces
inked wealth in their skin
Their towers soar high
and walls stand wide
a mighty fortress
for their defense
Brittle stars
Wired sun
Bladed air
feeble fire
oh wretched men!
oh hearts of stone!
why has your pride
swallowed your soul?
where were you
when the world was made?
where were you
when the Blood was shed?
The Lord will come with Holy judgment
And you shall know you are but men.
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~piggy~
When you write... just write.
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