Adscititious
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In the stone of the wise
Of all truth in the lies
It doesn't matter if it is true or false
As long as we get something out of it
O, my love a clever jest
Soon time to travel one mile west
For the omission of unnecessary decoration
And this is the word of a child of God
Beginning to take shape
Can't you feel my heart
With a wonderful skill
I lost a phrase in God-like isolation
To intensify the allegory upon his meaning
Of illustrations suggestive
Of new hope in that I called you
And you took up my sword
At the opening of the gates
Don't go!
And range on yonder plain
But not for material gain
It's insane!
Until Then
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Of indifference that happens
The heart of those that persist
Cannot make one hair white or black
As a detour just might be a plan of attack
To await the one slip and smell to coffee drip
And take an extra trip
God show me the meaning of success
Today in the effect of criticism
That doth but succor
One to do it even better
Freeing one from the defects of us
Virtues somewhat dreaming the answer to the inquiry of "Why!"
Touch after touch
What time I watch as I pray for them
While the swine perish
Welcome to my jungle
Of a shrine built around the things that I love
Handed down from above
As Haridan tried it in Rome
And Solomon tried it in Jerusalem
Until then....
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