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Oct 2012
So bring your favorite church

and your favorite song,

and some illustrious teacher

and loveless words along-

We are heading for a forest

where the sparks are small,

but fierce tremors will shake

and cause mortal words to fall-

When weather permits we will

go singing and tremble down our bones,

because all our spirits ache

for the true and righteous Home-

All I am You, All us are false

All All All is You but dimly lit,

All All my Father, All my Christ

Every All my Anchor-Ghost-Possessor-Mist.
Written by
Bryan Gewickey  california
(california)   
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