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Archived :01.14;18:06
Raised to divinity; above us as we are to mortals.
The oracles of years past, Machiavellian - struck down in sin.
If we must face the same,
we welcome your grace. We tire of monotony,
of entertainment, yet
find solace in your guidance.
Allow Judgement to bless those who have
nothing to fear
and allow us to commune with the worthy.
A hand to our jaw, a lover's carress
as we poise and pirouette. A melody
strung out for eager ears.
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