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Dec 2016
When at long last the Heavens weep
   and God itself kneels at my feet
When angels sing their guilt and shame  
   and watch their kingdom razed in flame
When grace then falls like ashen snow  
   and Eden seeds no longer sow
When faith is formed of barren land
   and offered not to beggar's hand
When sin is but a preacher’s noose
   and slaves are of no further use
When no more ****** lies give birth
   and truth is reclaimed by the earth
It's then we build this world anew
   and then will I believe in you
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  24/M/New York
(24/M/New York)   
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