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Friday, September 23, 2011

Since the Beginning of Never


The Clashing of Times
Have Met one Another,
The Seeds of my Graining,

The Ashes and Clouds,
Have Met once with His Hearth,
to Form our Gracious,


The worms,The Flies and that which Buzz,
Grew to form the Pillars,
All the Corpses and the Bones,
Threw out, which was all left over

So then,

The Lady Hawks and Eagle Men,
Flew through Wisps of Light
Dropping Souls Off their Hind Wing flows,
and these are which Grew,
Feet and Eyes.

Skin and Throat,Dirt and ground,
All which is the same,
Soles and Eyes,Face and Crown,
These start the Days of Men.

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