Heathens they cried as countless men & woman of sciences get stoned and burnt at the stake for knowledge of hidden secrets.
Under the noon lit skies and witching hours of the dusk moonlight...
Which way does darkness begin do spectra of light ever end...
Transcending dancer's reaching starlit centers of galaxies beyond subconscious minds eye's.
When will the owls decipher all deceptions of the arts of war...
The true God's embrace the battles within inner space reflections of grace upon the worlds without.
When souls see no matter upon illusions.
LKCP2KXII
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