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Poem Epitath of the dark ones .... Those who enslaved you for uncountable years And gave you all your ills and fears They made you into mice from men And fixed it so you could not win Their scenarios
and plans have all come asunder The evil the wove
wears no more The game is over,
you black souls and implanters You vanish with
your master in a blaze of light So tell your sons
that they are free Astar Paramejgian 5 Jan 86 |