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~ Such irony Creation would devise
a mind that holds the secrets Hell conceals.
‘Tis blasphemous that man would improvise
a conduit that prophecy reveals.
  ‘Tis but a curse to be the chosen one
and know its secrets dwell within your mind
and if unveiled, the world would come undone,
for Revelation bides within design.

  ‘‘Tis feared requite that shackles fire unbound
as light and darkness seek to set it free.
But in those minds where thoughts of Hell resound,
we pray that reason never turns the key.
 The mind of man was destined to unveil
    a sentience where evil notions dwell.

Copyright © Mark Massey

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