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Dec 2020
Do ones believe
a pure souls dying
benefit a human kind
or drive them to the back of mind
as martyr to a truth or lie
life sacrifice the blood red kind

on pedestal now out of sight
to slay the blame and reason why
not look again and not to ask
who is the who not first not last
to beat the heart as once was flesh
and topple time from out the nest
an earthy throne assist at best
now cure be branded to the breast
Orakhal
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Orakhal
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   Bogdan Dragos
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