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there by the rivers at Sina'lure,
atop hills of lavender grass,
now within the valley of the suffering,
my tears flow endlessly of the pain of this age
i have come to the west-lands,
that they know their discordant notes
and lend senses to the warmth of the ice.
.
the stench of opulent rulers,
the foulness of cowardly priests
the screams from merchants' doings,
have extended to the heavens
there is recompense brewing
i am gifted with sword of a loving edge
and a hand which may stir harsh winds,
to reveal error in the west,
and bring into being the love of future times
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(c) Erik Monas-Gilkes (Standswithtrees),  9 April 2013, 3:16pm
Minas-Gilkes Clan, Kalinago Nation, Dominica