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7d
i
i

the futility of it all
says lily-futile-?
the devils,

grandier, as an ambitious
parson
the possesion of a holy order

he, burned and tortured..
(or everyday hysteria?)
in line at dia

ii

her point being
i think modern day
a hell that the inquisition

could only dream..
or no point to be
something..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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   Immortality
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