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Jan 2013
I shall gaze into your mind,
to see the clockworks' machinations.
I shall reach into your core,
to tear the soul asunder.

Through your death,
I am complete.
Through your life,
I stay my hand.

I am the Darkness.
I am your Fear.
I am your Madness.
I am his Servant.

He is the Light.
He is your Grace.
He is your Charity.
He is my Master.

When you look up from your grave,
to see the face of God.
May he free you from your mortal bonds,
and give way to eternity.

Through your death,
you join with Him.
Through your life,
you promise Him.
Glen Gold
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Glen Gold  North Texas
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