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~ after they were kicked from the garden   and begat nations with the children of man I found you in the desert     we wandered hand in hand for an age when they sacked Troy when Rome fell when Christians became the power I found you in the northern mountains    we sailed strange seas           discovering lands before unseen when a plague brought the darkness    and inquisitive priests carried branding irons I found you in the forest where we shared boiled roots and healing herbs when disease ended paradise and oddly colored faces filled with hate massacred cultures destroyed civilization in the name of god     I found you deep in the jungle         sleeping on a soft bed of giant leaves when tubes fell from the sky and exploded with the power of the sun as bodies were carted away        burned in warehouses I found you in an alley we hid in laundry baskets         until liberators showed us light still existed I found you in a shallow delta             with terraced patties as far as the eye could see   found you again in a protest           as we marched across a bridge for freedom I will always find you      no incarnation can keep me from it    /
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
I Find You Every Time
~ after they were kicked from the garden   and begat nations with the children of man I found you in the desert     we wandered hand in hand for an age when they sacked Troy when Rome fell when Christians became the power I found you in the northern mountains    we sailed strange seas           discovering lands before unseen when a plague brought the darkness    and inquisitive priests carried branding irons I found you in the forest where we shared boiled roots and healing herbs when disease ended paradise and oddly colored faces filled with hate massacred cultures destroyed civilization in the name of god     I found you deep in the jungle         sleeping on a soft bed of giant leaves when tubes fell from the sky and exploded with the power of the sun as bodies were carted away        burned in warehouses I found you in an alley we hid in laundry baskets         until liberators showed us light still existed I found you in a shallow delta             with terraced patties as far as the eye could see   found you again in a protest           as we marched across a bridge for freedom I will always find you      no incarnation can keep me from it    /
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
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