An Agent's Rising.....
Woe be me this longing wait,
endure as must this human fate
trials to tempt infatuate
spiritual light in solid state....
Physical being laboriously toils
torn are we our souls to soil
amongst such blood in anger boil
why are we cast to such turmoil......
Hidden mysteries deep within
an agent,yeast,awaits to begin
a germ responds to inner hymn
as returning preparation's blend.....
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