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I brought all I have to your doorstep All the sacrifices to your temple I found no welcome, no sight of maids singing No parade, no orchestra, no heralds.... Hear me dear goddess I come from a distant land for your worship My life I bring to you My dreams, my hopes, in a cracked vessel That saw countless voyages and climes. Tell me Do I smell? Do I have running sores? Do I harbour an old curse? That your door stays locked before mine eyes? Caring not for a peep into my now aging offerings? Show me justice Judge me not before you know me. Oh, I shall own you when I own a sculptor Then recieve you must my humble sacrifices!

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Date: 9/20/2011 8:04:00 AM
nicely written...hope you goddess is a lady.. a nice one like your piece
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