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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for
 this day's receipts. 
When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or 
 hellish holes of the waning moon.
Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the
 selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light, shaming their souls
 into hiding what could be theirs: a plethora of pleasantness that fills their
 pockets with sweetness like that of fresh, sweet, new corn.
Hearts are healed - yielding to hope - happiness unending!
The moon's choice is mute, neither will any sound escape its voice.
It's only a silent reminder of our daily deeds, which deposits deepen
Its heavenly or hellish holes.
The moon goes to sleep as the fingertips of sun rays dance down, 
 barely touching our shadows.
As a new day dawns, will our choices this day make David's harp sing with
 melodious mirth?
Or will we weep like the drowned sailor never again to walk upon the earth?
Our decisions shape us and the path we take.
We'll plant our seeds, sow, then reap, our hands wrapped tightly around our 
 rake. Pressed to choose, light or darkness, we give our portion to the moon's
 silent take.
In the last hours as ever the moon will bury our garbage or glee tonight.
A daily task it must make, neither with disdain or delight.
Your master is your shadow and it
 will take you where Angel's sleep.
 or down into the treacherous tunnels of earth's unholiest places.
While the silent moon ever hangs and waits upon our choices.
It is always mute behind our voices.
We command and drill out madness.
We choose our fate and forcibly state.
Our seeds we plant remain the same, with our hands wrapped tightly 
 around our rake, we reap, then sow, our 
 choosing begats our harvest.
Tonight's moon will fill and show
Day's daily deeds of bitter fruit or tinder truth, that will root.
Our deeds dug deep.
Lying in the moon's pockets.
Reflecting light amid the darkness.
We reach again for our rake,
While the moon wages tonight will make
To destroy or create -
 and will always be our binding mate.
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