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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | |||||||||||||
:: As It Shall Be :: | ||||||||||||||
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the flickering flame, with passing time doth burn the wax away the candle, like the human soul grows shorter everyday the spirit in maternal womb seek entry to the world an irony, reasons the trial the death sentence unfurled the plummet down, the abyss up and time shall be the key for one day we shall meet the earth the end, as it shall be. |
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