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Apr 2020
The stars wait for the dusk to shine
because the sun claims the noon till set
in universal mandate as held in nature divine will
my life is not yours to ban as its destiny is tuned preset
you are heirs to scourges you lash soullessly in your pain
your hearts in reprimand as the ethereal Collector owns the offset
and your hollowed demised minds cake the absurdity of you in vain
   you your children's children harbors horrors from above with no let
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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