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Wednesday, September 19, 2012



Power that seduces us, money and enjoyment,
Thus the most sublime of altars
And certainly when you touch it
You will see just how beautiful and majestic,
Even though now, this tattered
Devil in the various brothels
More subtle ways, you profane
After the storm the pleasurable
Scenario showing up in gold and females
Several souls being almost twins
And therein lays bare if this delusion,
Leaving behind the virulence
Of spurious and without income innocence
Killing what was left in you, martyrdom...


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