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subtleelectricfire said:
down the rabbit hole. ahem.
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phocks posted this
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Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
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Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
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▲ Zealots lurking
