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Jan 2011
I feel the fire of awakening,
Blazing behind my eyes.
But I shall sleep now,
And let it wash over me
To purify.
As the evil is repulsed,
Like black oil from water
banished from my being.

In the morning,
I shall rise,
And I shall fight you.
Written by
Tam Robbie
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