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Feb 2015
I'm not sure where this verse sprung from but I was letting my mind wander and it got to the rising Sun
a blaze of glory that occurs every single morning
showing almost a Phoenix up in how much fire lights up the wee hours of the day
start off staring at a new beginning, the remnants of last night burned asunder by the New rising Sun

Considering were on the third stone we should do more to clean up our act on this water covered throne or the sunrise could be our own created sentence of death
I expect to only move a few hearts with what I've said
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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