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I stand upon the thun’drous cliffs of world. My grip: the purest lotus fleur, so fair. No more! The fate of me is now unfurled. For lust of blood and vanity lie there.
Oh God above did form this sacred leaf. He gave his wonders in his blood, his Christ. To grant a soul and greater love, for grief. My soul I sold, but still I pay a price.
To see the closing gates before my eyes. It is ten thousand curses for one light. For soiled flower beckons terror’s guise. To hell I cast, but not before this fight. &nbs
by ~Cubits
Cubits“The King”Cubits
To where has good king Gingheim’s glory gone?
Departed from our idols and our line,
Why is his brow now creased, Lines heav’ly drawn?
He’s quaked by fear, the shivers down his spine,
Cubits of surfeit, plenty, death there are,
That from the river flood on hist’ry’s shore,
Cubits plenty ebb gold and fortune’s star,
With won’drous wealth and golden calf to store,
And Surfeit? What does it bring to the banks?
Like tide that rots the farmer’s c
by ~Cubits
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