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Uphill

Uphill is the appointed track For the anointed scholar Who his brains continues to wrack; As his hair keeps growing taller And his paths persist to be dark. Uphill is the blessed path That is to few prescribed; His ordinations are not out of wrath But are by love described. I choose to go uphill And upper go still, Till it's no more this fleeting breath When chariots carry to the Utopia of death.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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