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Coming Of Time

Before we were created He knew who, and what we are, Seeing your path As early as the stars. Gave us our number Life is breathed within, Descended of Cain To learn, is to sin. Feeding off the world The data flows through, Spirits and different paths Is our wonders true? Verbal and private Inner and out Everyone thinks they know better What are they all talking about? Places and reality Are two different things, Soaking in wrath Of the self fortune you bring. Bits and pieces A mix of this and that, The tower got destroyed Different tongues don't attract. Enough! The dozen was chosen before you, The spirits of the heavens Stands by, being true. (c) Tommy K
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tommy-k
New Zealander
Published
Jun 10, 2014
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30·120
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Shout Out To Kenny And Krackers

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