

a poem from ages withinThe soul of a thousand facesa poem from ages within
Hail to the hypocrites and charlatan frauds Knelt in mock prayers to their bubble-gum gods Crying out for treasure for silver and gold Knowing not for belongings their souls have been sold The efforts and glories for which they have fussed Have cost them their lives, and left naught but dust
Though many have warned them no heed have they paid The path toward disaster now carefully laid Their toils and troubles that seemed without end Have led them in circles again and again
Of what value honor of how high a price A flip of
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Age is a barrier of the imagination...
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Age is a barrier of the imagination...
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Age is a barrier of the imagination...
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Age is a barrier of the imagination...
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