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Apr 2015
I've seen through a cosmic alliance of eyes,
and brought back a truth
from those who have died.
A spiritual race is this mortal man,
beginning as one, but became rival clans.
As time goes by the blood starts to fall,
then stands up a man to call himself God.
God is the angel of death in disguise,
building his churches to spread all his lies.
The blood keeps on spilling
while he just gets rich,
and we keep on saying,
ain't life a *****.
Ian Canavan
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Ian Canavan  Galway
(Galway)   
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