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NEITHER LUCID NOR BLURRED
Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven
I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone.
That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy
Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price
A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise
I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my eyes
I see babbling persons in white beyond the blue skies
The weak are made strong and magnified
I see pride and vicious man crying
In a fountain of lava together with a morning star
For a millennium enduring pain without getting any scar
I open my eyes and hear a lucid voice
Eternal dearth is your choice
The hour to reconcile is now not later
The holy son is returning feckly now not later
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Jones Phiri
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