In Between
I walked through Heaven's Gates
and St. Peter did not recognize me;
I had not sinned enough to warrant
detection.
I walked through checkpoint after checkpoint
unseen
bathed in light
but opaque
more presence than me,
consumed with curiosity about what lay beyond;
beyond Heavens Gate.
There were lights and sprites, visions and presences
protuberances and quivering entities
all there and not there
around me
but none spoke to me.
Is God's domain heavenly
or a way-point to Limbo,
Hell's Vestibule
or Sacred Angel Space?
The light weakened my eyes
until I could only hear voices
but could not see;
I groped lost,
listening,
hearing
until
I felt the force of transport,
and suddenly
I was hovering above
an edifice
being floated inside
where I materialized
before a still brighter light
which contained the face of
what I thought must be God.
It was too much for me,
my mind blanked
I could not think
beyond a steady rising euphoria;
bodiless
and ether-like
I rose on a soft breeze
quivering in my soul
gradually landing
back on my bed;
my body
remembering
he who touched me
without touching me
who moved his hand
over me
returned my heart to me.
And now,
I lay prone
shaking
feeling the weight of me
on the bed
discharged from the dream;
abandoned
to reality
Not ready for heaven,
not sinful enough for Hell;
still here on earth
unreconciled,
to the In-Between.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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No Tommorrow.
it has gone and it has come everything and nothing reality unravels it self around me it is big it is messy it is dark it has no light the light has escaped along time ago in aplace far away where light never goes u follow the darkness the eternal of silence feels good it clears u of thought and mind body and soul u are weightless u are airless thoughtless u follow a rythym of a heart beat that u know that not goes anywhere where u know u feel the rain fall the heavy drops pour on you as u escape back into reality the one time feeling of escapin all of space and time the responsibility of not doing much of or anything at all the light of nothingness is weird strange and confusing hearts beats of all and heart beats of none the dead tell no tales u die u goto nowhere u go straight to heaven affer a brief stint in hell u know that all or nuthing u wanan goto a an eternal paradise onna desert isle and b there for all time sake lost in thought lost in everything for tommorrow has died for you
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Mystical Light
Sweet breath of an angel
In perfect harmony and peace
As you glory in his presence
your rapture does increase
Touched by the aura from Heaven
spread around you from a child you grew
You can dwell upon that angel child
from the time that you were new
You rose on high so young and raw
from the depths of the earth
you came
Now you live in this heavenly place
that always stays the same
Tinkerbelle they call her
your little angel girl
she stays close by you always
For around you she will twirl
You are her angel Mother
She your child of light
Sleep now angel mother
I'll watch over you tonight
The touch of an angel is something
we all crave
The feeling that we are being protected
and watched over each day and night
gives us spiritual warmth.
I have met angels I think
I have felt their close embrace
their beauty their radiance
which is beyond comprehension
Yes I think I have felt an
angel hug
Yes I have felt their gentle kiss
for I have had my soul awakened
and my eyes opened to their presence
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Unlikely Angel
Like the phoenix
From the ash and dirt
I rose up from the pain and hurt
When I was at my very worst
I found you
Thought I could never love again
When a stream of light came beaming in
A thread of hope
For me to spend around you
Chorus:
Unlikely angel
Standing there in front of me
As if you were my destiny
Like we were always meant to be together
Unlikely angel
It feels so right inside your love
Like God has sent you from above
To honor, cherish, and to love forever
The smile upon your angel face
The heaven in your eyes replace
The hell that Ive been going through
Before you
How long have you been there for me
I once was blind but now I see
A future full of hope
How I adore you
Repeat chorus
Unlikely angel
Oh, you never know where one might be
In sacred halls or crowded streets
But God has sent one straight down to me from heaven
Unlikely angel
Unlikely angel
Unlikely angel
Unlikely angel
Hmmmm
Whisper:
Unlikely angel
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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A Diamond's Penetralium
Exhumed from the pantheon of the earth -
A sleeping heart, a hollow chamber,
A bile masquerading glint of hope
Wake up your visions to rise and come
Walking through this supercilious fire
Of aborted hell and become the blue ether
That will beckon the lost suppurations.
Connive with the edging teeth contumely
And with the sibilance of your silent hissing
Needle the fringe of life, your garish light
Will burst like a quasar's birth and you
Will unfurl that inside your lackluster
And grating and exalting: forever resides forever
With down cast eyes we will linger
In the slithering roads of forgetting,
Of remembering and resisting going back
And we will find a star crossed path
Where a dazing dot, a speck, an orb
Of gregarious light stood quivering
And inveigling with undaunted wisps
Of complacent gambling, and our hopes
Will collide to find the gaps fitting
With our profound demands and yearning.
poem by Norman Santos
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Black Moon
Oh the devil is rising with the moon
He cries and my blood runs cold.
Oh no never was the darkness so black,
No light and nowhere to go.
My spirit is crying for a love
So tired of being alone.
I remember he came here to steal,
And you are his stealer of souls.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Ive been blinded, lost and confused,
Darkness will call me no more.
Heaven is no friend of mine,
No God ever knocked on my door.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Im standing on the dark side of time
Reaching for the power of her hand.
Shes weaving an unholy light
And calls from lucifers land.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name,
I see a black moon rising,
And it causes so much pain.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Its calling my name,
This spirits crying for love.
Heavens no friend of mine.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Faded Words Among the Footprints
Mystic beneath the moonlight beckons
Forever humbled at my feet
The shooting star that rises in the heavens
To only fall upon the light of flint and bone
To break away the burdens of the flesh
Within the light of Heaven's soul
Am I forever humbled by the swaying in the breeze
As the lonesome traveller
Comes to pass amongst us in the trees?
For now the light has faded
Beneath the beat of Heaven's wings
The sound of angels singing
Within the depths of my very heart
As the tears fall from the heavens
Will my soul be swept away?
In the distance there's a beacon
That lights the passage of my way
Only in the shadow shall I wait
For the light of the rising day
Swept away by life's sweet sorrow
Beneath the light of Heaven cleft
Where I wait within the light of gentle slumber
Where the footprints leave no mark
Be still my beating heart for I am forever humbled
By the light within my soul
poem by Darryn John Murphy
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Charles And Peter
Ere Gabriel's note to silence died
All graves of men were gaping wide.
Then Charles A. Dana, of 'The Sun,'
Rose slowly from the deepest one.
'The dead in Christ rise first, 't is writ,'
Quoth he-'ick, bick, ban, doe,-I'm It!'
(His headstone, footstone, counted slow,
Were 'ick' and 'bick,' he 'ban' and 'doe':
Of beating Nick the subtle art
Was part of his immortal part.)
Then straight to Heaven he took his flight,
Arriving at the Gates of Light.
There Warden Peter, in the throes
Of sleep, lay roaring in the nose.
'Get up, you sluggard!' Dana cried
'I've an engagement there inside.'
The Saint arose and scratched his head.
'I recollect your face,' he said.
'(And, pardon me, 't is rather hard),
But--' Dana handed him a card.
'Ah, yes, I now remember-bless
My soul, how dull I am I-yes, yes,
'We've nothing better here than bliss.
Walk in. But I must tell you this:
'We've rest and comfort, though, and peace.'
'H'm-puddles,' Dana said, 'for geese.
'Have you in Heaven no Hell?' 'Why, no,'
Said Peter, 'nor, in truth, below.
''T is not included in our scheme-
'T is but a preacher's idle dream.'
The great man slowly moved away.
'I'll call,' he said, 'another day.
'On earth I played it, o'er and o'er,
And Heaven without it were a bore.'
'O, stuff!-come in. You'll make,' said Pete,
'A hell where'er you set your feet.'
1885.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Where Is Heaven
My daughter asked me: daddy where is heaven?
I thought about this very carefully
asking myself the same question.
Then the answer came into my mind
Like a bolt of lightning.
Heaven is god, and god is heaven.
When we commit ourselves to god, body and soul
Then we are in heaven, because heaven is in us.
Yet when we fail to see what is in front of us
And what’s in our hearts, that’s when we are blind.
For god is in our hearts, and heaven is god.
Just look around at all that he has created
Then look into your heart and
see the beauties inside and out.
Why would god create the universe and the world
And not have created a heaven within us.
We are gods most beautiful creation
And he gave us his only begotten son
To show us the way to heaven.
Now many say that heaven is in infinity
and infinity has no beginning and no end.
and hell is here on earth, and some say it’s below the earth.
Now it is hard to believe that god
would make this beautiful earth as hell.
And if it was under the earth, where is the fire and brimstone
When we dig so deep into the earth searching for oil.
Heaven is in our love for god while on this earth
Then we go to his kingdom in his total heart
Where it is infinite.
This is where I see heaven my daughter.
It’s in all of us who believe in god.
poem by Louis Rams
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Rising Force
Out of the darkness the voices are calling
Riding the wings of a song
The Fury is screaming and Heaven is falling
I feel it coming on strong.
The lightning strikes cracking the night
It feels like never before
Thunder and sparks in the Heart of the Dark
I hear a Rising Force.
Searching my soul I find something else
I take my life in my hands
From the gates of Heaven to the altars of Hell
The Power is at my command.
The lightning strikes cracking the night
I'm not the same anymore
Thunder and spark in the Heart of the Dark
I feel a Rising Force.
Burned by the glory of a sacred fire
A Rising Force starts to shine
Alone in the inferno it soars ever higher
Leaving the demons behind.
Repeat first and second Chorus.
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Grandma’s Little Angel
Grandma’s little angel is what you will be called, sent to us from the wings of another angel, heaven has a kiss of blessing with your name all around it, a loving gift from God “Grandma little Angel.”
Grandma’s little angel is who we are waiting for; I have been blessed with a grandchild that I will love forever more.
Grandma’s little angel I will truly adore, cherish the ground she walk upon, kiss her baby feet, hold her tiny hands until she falls to sleep.
Grandma’s little angel the apple of my eyes a wonderfully feeling of joy until the day I die. Little angel kiss my heart, touched my soul I can’t wait until the day comes that I could behold “Grandma’s little angel.”
Grandma’s little angel has already embraced my soul, our eyes has not yet seen the love that will soon unfold. She is my little light the fire that burns deep from within Grandma’s little Angel a kiss from heaven sent.
Grandma’s Little Angel from blossoms flowers grows, beautifully like a red wine rose touched my heart like no one really knows.
Grandma’s little angel I did not fully understand the blessing that was sent from God’s loving hand, he opened my eyes so I can clearly see the love that he in trusted in thee.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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In The Grass.
'Tis as if I saw it all — sat now in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat now in the grasses so — saw, but said never a word.
The two of them in the wood, below me there by the rill;
He with the light on his brow, she in the shadow still;
And a cloud so white goes over the blue on the gleaming hill.
My nest in the grass was good: they deemed that none might see —
Ah God in heaven! my eyes looked out of the hell in me,
As his arm went round her waist, and his lips where mine might be —
Touched hers, as her face drew up like a flower in the light to his —
Touched hers, as I felt her soul shine out in a dream of bliss;
While mine with the pangs of hell was alive in a world like this!
I dared not move, nor could I shut my eyes to it all;
And still they clung and kissed: I heard the waterfall,
I heard the warm wind sing till the day began to pall.
And then they rose, the twain who had taken my life from me;
I did not rise, but lay where none might hear or see,
In the grass in the dark and sobbed, 'Would God that the end might be!'
The years have come since then, and the years have gone but I,
Though the fever of death was strong upon me, did not die;
And though I am old and weak as upon my couch I lie,
'Tis as if I saw it all — sat still in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat still in the grasses so — saw, but said never a word.
poem by Robert Crawford
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A Walk Within A Dream
I saw a building old as days
With countless rooms laid within
Walls with cracks and ivy rose
From the earth before me
Slowly I entered that place
Air ran heavy, thick to my lungs
With each taken step
I walked the rooms and halls
Some bare stripped of life
Others as though never touched
Some like a memory kept
Where instruments of music
Lay dust covered, silent
Still brought a song to thought
I saw paintings and pictures
Rich in a veil of colour
Like all the seasons held at once
A beauty found, celebrated
Then a sadness felt
In the shadowed halls
Empty with a loneliness
Another room had windows
Where a wind whistled through
I heard a birdsong carried
It passed in a second step
I thought no more of it
I descended and climbed stairs
Became lost and yet found
I knew this place well
However strange it came to me
Yes I knew this place
I felt the walls, ageless
I smelt the air, familiar
The ground beat to a pulse
A rhythm only I knew
On this my first visit
To that building which once rose
I felt at home, comforted
I looked back became held
As though I had never moved
The entrance still behind me
In spite of all the rooms and halls
Which I had walked
In spite of every step I counted
Numberless, countless, endless
I remained unmoved
Yet moved still moved
My eyes closed I felt myself pulled
Away from that old building
The rooms and walls
The cracks and the climbing ivy
That whistling wind
The music and colour
I awoke and thought
Had I walked a dream
Built upon my heart, soul, mind
Had I just walked myself
No answers came
I lay awake lost in thought
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Eurydice
I
So you have swept me back,
I who could have walked with the live souls
above the earth,
I who could have slept among the live flowers
at last;
so for your arrogance
and your ruthlessness
I am swept back
where dead lichens drip
dead cinders upon moss of ash;
so for your arrogance
I am broken at last,
I who had lived unconscious,
who was almost forgot;
if you had let me wait
I had grown from listlessness
into peace,
if you had let me rest with the dead,
I had forgot you
and the past.
II
Here only flame upon flame
and black among the red sparks,
streaks of black and light
grown colourless;
why did you turn back,
that hell should be reinhabited
of myself thus
swept into nothingness?
why did you glance back?
why did you hesitate for that moment?
why did you bend your face
caught with the flame of the upper earth,
above my face?
what was it that crossed my face
with the light from yours
and your glance?
what was it you saw in my face?
the light of your own face,
the fire of your own presence?
What had my face to offer
but reflex of the earth,
hyacinth colour
caught from the raw fissure in the rock
where the light struck,
and the colour of azure crocuses
and the bright surface of gold crocuses
and of the wind-flower,
swift in its veins as lightning
and as white.
III
Saffron from the fringe of the earth,
wild saffron that has bent
over the sharp edge of earth,
all the flowers that cut through the earth,
all, all the flowers are lost;
everything is lost,
everything is crossed with black,
black upon black
and worse than black,
this colourless light.
IV
Fringe upon fringe
of blue crocuses,
crocuses, walled against blue of themselves,
blue of that upper earth,
blue of the depth upon depth of flowers,
lost;
flowers,
if I could have taken once my breath of them,
enough of them,
more than earth,
even than of the upper earth,
had passed with me
beneath the earth;
if I could have caught up from the earth,
the whole of the flowers of the earth,
if once I could have breathed into myself
the very golden crocuses
and the red,
and the very golden hearts of the first saffron,
the whole of the golden mass,
the whole of the great fragrance,
I could have dared the loss.
V
So for your arrogance
and your ruthlessness
I have lost the earth
and the flowers of the earth,
and the live souls above the earth,
and you who passed across the light
and reached
ruthless;
you who have your own light,
who are to yourself a presence,
who need no presence;
yet for all your arrogance
and your glance,
I tell you this:
such loss is no loss,
such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls
of blackness,
such terror
is no loss;
hell is no worse than your earth
above the earth,
hell is no worse,
no, nor your flowers
nor your veins of light
nor your presence,
a loss;
my hell is no worse than yours
though you pass among the flowers and speak
with the spirits above earth.
VI
Against the black
I have more fervour
than you in all the splendour of that place,
against the blackness
and the stark grey
I have more light;
and the flowers,
if I should tell you,
you would turn from your own fit paths
toward hell,
turn again and glance back
and I would sink into a place
even more terrible than this.
VII
At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Walking together
Long back
When you were you
And I was I
We walked together side by side
Trying to keep our thoughts
Hand in hand
Fumbling for sameness
And painting for an abstract future
We walked together awake or in slumber
Holding the thought of togetherness
In the midst of a vortex
Then
We walked together
Step in step
When I became you
And you became me
We walked miles together
Having together a sip of life
Even if it was sweet or elixir
Bitter or with venom
Tasting each other's tears
imaging inner souls and
flying high and falling down to hell
we walked together
Suddenly
a thought of teasing
you vanish as a dewdropp
but still we walk together
it's not for others but I feel your touch
holding my little finger
to transfer unseen strength
to complete the journey
we walk together
my slow steps in your long strides
my tired soul
getting consoled in your unseen hands
my feathery body
leaning on your shoulder
we walk together
day and night
till the twilight of life
we walk together
poem by Swatee Sripada
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Not All Angels Cry For You
Angels tears raining over the earth
For love's pain and love's feeling
Not all angels cry for you though, not all angels love you
No angel can lift you to heaven or damn you to hell
When you feel the rain, a divine connection
Feeling a part of heaven inside your heart, a feeling you know
A feeling like one you've felt before because of another heart
And one you'll never forget, no matter how much you try
So heaven's too high for us
And hell's too sad
Whether they've ever existed doesn't matter, they exist to everyone
And because they do, angels don't cry for you
poem by Paul Macharmley
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Heaven In Your Eyes
I can tell by the look in your eyes
Youve been hurtin
You know Ill never let you down oh, no
And Ill try anything to keep it workin
You gave me time to find out
What my heart was lookin for
And what Im feelin inside
In your eyes
I want to see your love again
In your eyes
I never want this feeling to end
It took some time to find the light
But now I realize
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Cant you see Im finding it hard to let go oooh
All the heartaches weve been through
I never really thought Id see this love grow
But you helped me see
Now I know what my hearts been lookin for
And what Im feeling inside
In your eyes
I want to see your love again
In your eyes
I never want this feeling to end
It took some time to find the light
But now I realize
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Weve been livin on the edge
Where only the strong survive
Weve been livin on the edge
And its something that we just cant hide
Oh this feeling inside
In your eyes
I want to see your love again
In your eyes
I never want this feeling to end
It took some time to find the light
But now I realize
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Oh yeah, I can see the heaven in your eyes
Oh yeah, I can see the heaven in your eyes
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Heaven in your eyes oh
Heaven in your eyes
I can see the heaven, heaven in your eyes
Heaven in your eyes
song performed by by Loverboy
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Barren Land
As I walked upon a barren land
I saw pain and destruction from man's hand
What once was alive, no longer did thrive
And what once had stood no longer did stand.
Everywhere that I looked, I saw only death
With no pain, or remorse, or even regret.
GOD must had surely forgotten this place
As all that I felt and saw was hate and waste
No birds were flying, and angels were crying
Faith and hope must of left here in a haste.
I looked and I thought, I tried to care
But I didn't, so I cursed, I did not say a prayer
I began to hear voices as I walked
They started out as whispers then they talked
Persons were nowhere, voices were everywhere
I was being asked to 'not forget' as I was stalked.
Forget what? I then thought to myself
Were the voices from heaven, or were they from hell.
I looked at my hands they were now covered with blood
The boots that I am wearing are now covered with mud
Then I tried to recall, any memories at all
Then they rush back to my mind like a ravenous flood.
I was a soldier, and I fought in a war that day
But I was dead, and I forgot, and to eternity I had lost my way.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Hopeless
a force fed lie, our dead dream, awake upon a staircase, start looking downward into hell where the last life screamed and we screeched "we're all ways, all ways a bloody mess a bloody mess" lieing hole, tired eyes, you're screeching, your scraping the bone with your life, into a dream, we will fade. hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, their calling of the dead, calling ov the dead. you liars, and your face, and your eyes separate the fear, the lies, the fate. set into eyes the calling of the dead, image in the light they calling you dead, they wont believe signs, they don't believe your cries, they all ways open eyes, and the light all over your head, your head. time distortion, crawling on to your knees, crawl onto the floor,get off your feet, a lie in the wake, spiraling down, glass feeling moments all over your arms, over your arms. condemned, force fed, force fed, your calling dead. feeling your flesh ripped apart with heaven and hell. the conflict of everything was sent from heaven and hell, the conflict of disease, the life long breeding season, for your lips you'll take away the life that was given so easily, now all becomes the entity of hate, shows you hate, shows you light shows you everything. everything. the fading light, a broken dream, you're everything. your everything. kneel to the floor get off your knees, raise up to the light, you wont feel a thing, inject the needle, inject the time, kill all the light with forces of the night. all ways a lost day, all ways a hopeless brain, all ways everything, all ways force fed. into your head, into head, into your life, where you dream, that's where you go,that's how it lives, that how you know pain, know choice, know life, no choice, no freedom just separation segregation, the annihilation, annihilation. annihilation, annihilation.
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Heaven Shall Crawl
Heaven shall crawl forward and backward
On this line and bridge of dread.
Hell brought danger to the men who forsook their soul,
Gently the devil has spoken of an independent activity.
Inside we see him in the lurking way, one of resentment
And this I mind and utter for forms of happiness.
They, the satanic people, shed blood for the heaven and hell,
Yet devils will speak differently from demons,
One spoke of godliness and the other not.
We do not believe in this, we did refuse them.
I think the heavenly feeling captured my heart
To bring your heart also.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet: The Human Soul
Unseen, the soul of a man lies within,
Like the mighty hands that created him;
The Maker expecting it back sans sins,
Had filled the human skull with brain to brim.
On returning, the Soul’s state must be pure,
Or else, it shall not enter Heaven’s gate;
Its venial sins Purgatory will cure;
But mortal sins get it the Hellish fate.
So, lose your limb or eye if cause of sin;
To the lame or blind, God would give Heaven;
The sinful body, leads thee to hell’s door;
And wholesome yet, to the Inferno’s core.
Taint not by thyself with sinful ways/ misdeeds;
Grown not in the soul, saplings of sinful weeds.
poem by John Celes
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