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Cherubim
Away now pure soul
This world of strife and pain
Like a loose noose enclave
Untamed maned unashamed brave hailed praised
In the depths of your disdain
A new life with insight
With strife proofed frames
And a burnt bush cane
To fight through sinister nights
Till their darkness burst to flames
May your name be proclaimed
May your joy be the stain on the face of the shamed and wicked enslaved
That are chained
By bitter guilts crocheting their quilts that causes their light to wane
Away now pure soul, upward and away
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Skaidiv Morjin
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