thebookofspells
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life
Swords for our guardians,
Shields for our people.
Keys for our locks,
Meals for our regal.
Artisan of avarice,
Cardinal of creed,
Bargain'd sins be hazardous,
Pardon all we read.
Embers burn within a hearth,
December winter nears,
I see the Hope we hold inside:
Greater than our fears.
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DeleDivine says: Very nice.:) |
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love_supreme says: I agree. This is a nice poem. |
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