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Nov 2013
He stands in the temple of the ancients
he takes his red robe off
and replaces it with one of white
time has gone back as he strives forward

Soon he will make changes to his flesh body
he will sing sweet to the glory of good
and with his holy sword of light
will smite all the evil that dwells here

This is his holy Sunday
as Monday will be his working day
but today he prays
to the power of God


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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