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Nov 2010
Strange how it used to be,
Father Time shows his might.
With all things considered,
blessed are those unshaken.

A tribunal of sorts,
wicked in their deeds.
A force high on end,
with a lust of your downfall.

The walls break down,
intent on invalidation.
A paradox that mocks us,
factitious in it's ambition.
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B T
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   Artemis
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