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hues of the rose scattered throughout

a pocket of perpetual plight

day slowly awakens only to die again

at the hands of the fall of night

and we as one come calmly into

an unpraisable sight

fear is after all the radical left

behind who's sword knows not how

to fight

as the ring of destiny's call

reverberates in the heart of the

every present hero of the day

I am stroked into oblivion

when I realize I've already had my

slighted wicked way

but not even knowing it until

the last possible second of remorse

I adhere to these ageless values

as I set de-souled to re-plot my

latest course

'The Entering Of Belief'...........

(Jan. 15, 1994 am)