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A NEW
Where lies a better place? Where lies the dream place? Indeed' the dream place- as we, for once, have not being there; and as well' a dreamless place, as we hope' not to find us' in want there. Where lies a better man? Where lies the new man? A man void of evil inclinations- knowing neither good nor evil; entirely unknown to ambition but in all things lowly and simple. Such man must' of his goodness' be unconscious and of his inbred kindness' posed oblivious; as they are' in him then' designed so and his will' by reflex' he finds so: no longer trying to be good, but he now is again wholly good. Is such a man found here? No! never can he be found here. Except in the place to come anew- that dream place utterly dreamless; where there are neither many nor few; nothing to contend with nor compare- for everything and everyone shall be beautiful- knowing neither sorrow nor a tear. How shall this come to pass? How now can this truly be? How yet long does this madness last? When truly free shall we be?- from the curse of existential misery: nothing-else fulfilling but being free. Free! not because i'm dead- but from rancor and envy: free! indeed like a bird- from unnecessary strife and cruelty- which now is man's abode- in his ill heart due for anew and the pollution must erode before he is truly free. Shall this' truly' one day, be?- O God' just and true: please, make this' swiftly be- for thy words yet proves just and true and shall' through this wilderness' lead our confused souls through' to a new. Upon thine Word' i trust- for a new...
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