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Raising A Tribe - Part Two

Adam, take the dust and blow into tomorrow's winter world the intruding consciousness is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values, who are we now, why this language of redemption ? the truth hurts once we were exhiled from God's perfect garden, the roads behind are cold and alone, its you and me against the wind, Adam, how will we survive the hail, and 40 days of raging rain ? In every emerging evening I see a new face when I close my eyes my intuitions are crystal clear, Adam I can feel the needing agony of anticipation from my womb, these shoes are worn out from this journey, lets build I will praise the callouses of your hands once the walls reach heaven, lets ride, make new native noise, simply splashing love lets harvest the future drink from the wealth of cheap wine, making choices knowing right - to wrong Now that we are free, we can enjoy the goodness before it fades, the voices inside are called, they can befit the beast God intended us to be angels, alienating us away lets grow upward, testing the sound of silence, I want to eliminate the echoes, with the sounds of laughter and tears, I'm willing to take a greater risk of falling, hurry Adam, put a child in my arms, and soothe the agony of absence, its time to grow and generate the human race, this is my new chapter, unfolding the Continuing Saga By Poet - Eve

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Date: 8/1/2014 3:50:00 AM
I've got Soup Mail for you Luv...J.A.B.
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