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SABIEN ALLEGRA BALDWIN’S PROMINENCE
The perfunctory of your heart is a projected being.
We are here to engender the mechanism.
You are just an automatic entity.
Insofar, we designed this engine.

Your torso holds the secrets.
We will write our Black Book.
Your love for the unknown is your weakness.
Sleep now, in this dark room emanates heat.

Morn has come.
The Warlock’s spell has been typecast.
Humankind is plumbed.
The being awakens aghast.

All ears will hear late the next night the witchcraft.
The Warlock’s spells were beautiful hideous blares.
As he spoke, he wrote his draft.
A salient voice brought great fear.

Sabien ruled universally.
He wrote from his garden.
His Black Book fuelled cruelty.
Because of the Wars that had manifested, Sabien was harden.

Many men have crossed my path.
The sacredness of my world is strikingly pattern.
I am of science and of math.
I wonder what these men were thinking.

I will reform.
Estrange is wisdom.
I am the set norms.
Warlock and witchcraft I must continue to form.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 04, 2014!

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