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“–eacher’s first time on our show, the preacher’s first time on public access. He’s here to talk to you about our history, and forgotten past. We welcome The Hermit of Marlowe, for our Sermon of the Week. All Rise.”

Influenced by the Worth of Words
I took a trip to write in France
I have come back to now inter
The Spirit of Romance:

There once were times of eloquence
When words were bought and sold in pence
Their quantity was so immense
But what have you all done?

Uphold the discourse, that you swore
‘though from her bitter grasp you tore
The beauty that you must abhor
Where has her meaning gone?

The time is nigh, you must repent
Begin your verbalized dissents
We gave words death in cent and tense
What happens at the dawn?

What does our future have in store?
A zeitgeist’s language unadorned
The pen is mightier than the sword,
But what about the gun?

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That's all it ever was,
she hid them from us with all her might,
just the two of us,
but only one was only looking,
eyes that could only search her mind,
they were her precious light,

Stay close to me,
don't let her take you away,
I've searched throughout m y life,
hoping to find the two of you,
siblings who I only share one memory with,
a fun-filled amusement park day,
with a little curly red-haired baby girl,
and a starry-eyed kind and mischievous boy,
my hidden brother and sister,
who I've searched for but who have been kept from me,

maybe it's fate's way of helping a lonely person,
but now we secretly text and Facebook,
searching farther and farther for a way to meet,
those two children from my past,
They've always seemed to be a world away,
yet not even seas need crossing to find eacher,
no state's borders need intruding,
only cities away,
my heart cries out to end this game of hide and seek,
to finally be able to cry out,
"I found you!"
and envelope my two adorable siblings in a hug,
saying that we can be together,
without worrying that anyone will tear us apart,
because this game we're playing;
has came to it's end