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I raise my eyes to the mountain A caravan of recovering junkies Looking out for bandits In the wilderness

A mother widowed A murderer son in jail Cleaning out our veins At the crossroad

Away from the lights of the city I sleep with a blanket of stars The smoke leaves the fire Like a jinn

Lord guide us and refine us Through the furnace of the day I scribble like a converted druid scribe In a dark cave

I raise my eyes to the mountain A caravan of recovering junkies Looking out for bandits In the wilderness A mother widowed A murderer son in jail Cleaning out our veins At the crossroad Away from the lights of the city I sleep with a blanket of stars The smoke leaves the fire Like a jinn Lord guide us and refine us Through the furnace of the day I scribble like a converted druid scribe In a dark cave

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A father swiveled A life he never failed Always full of pain And in his abode

In his Family home

Delay the response or pity He never worried about afar He wouldn't leave your side We abide

White Power Worldwide

Words confine and diffuse us As we take another holiday Instead of fighting the war That will lead us in the Right way

Another Day

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I want to be candid and say I appreciate your poems. Well written and make me spontaneously wrote prose.

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Sweet. Likewise bro. Trying to get to post some more. She's quite talented as well.

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