Hollow skeletons can’t be buried forever. They rise up from beneath, clanking madly, falling splintered shadows cast hysterically upon the earth. Dawn of Reckoning: Fires of rage—Fiery bones Release the lies, ascend the skies! In winged colors of the rising sun, The prisoners are redeemed! Phoenix November 20, 2009 |
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Tao, Great Silent Mother Meditations on My Encounters With Self Ananda (Aíne Nevar) April 11, 1986
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