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beware He who destroys (Himself)
ShelbyS

Like a stone flung
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from the hand of
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GOD;
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gracefully transforming from
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sky to
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Earth to
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core.
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Easing this rhythym to slow
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our descent, so these
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numbers mean nothing and His
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hand is cut off.
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I would ascend to have
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real eyes,
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hope to see clearly all
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that lies before me;
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spanning this instant
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through Shamanic beat,
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pulling matter through
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until death has no hold.
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I'd remember how to
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FLOW;
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a tireless notion of
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infinite demeanor.
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I'll see you in between
the grounds and the lab,
testing the ground for solidity.

17 Jan 05


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