TAKES FROM GENESIS 4
THE AGES OF LOVE.
I rouse the Holy one
from where love is fought and won.
Bid me hate farewell forevermore.
Tell the proud king i am gone
away from brutality, i am no more
a contrivance to him, unlike before.
The ages of love untold and unfold.
He who dares juxtapose, is blindfold.
On a hill far away i am told,
where dirts of men is sold.
A jewel more precious than gold,
an ancient love of new and old.
Teach me the way of ancient landmark.
Touch my hollow to confess your treadmark.
The love of the IJEBUS to tribermark
set it down to refresh my dark heart.
Burn the fats of odium revulsion, to park
and release the heart that wants to love back.
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