This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

SPIRITS ON THE ICY TERRAIN

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Individual interests over the truth;
For this reason the autocratic ruler
Must be removed... and the shattered
Spirits on the icy terrain of these events
Again comforted and made whole.
Humanity must once more connect,
Breathe the peaceful essence
Of which the blossoms inhale.

The hour of this resurrection is now...
If not then it will surely surrender.

O! Sovereign of the stars and the wild
Bring forth your trumpet! Call to them!
And `neath our sheltered skies
And within the sacred wilderness
Let us now follow as great oceans
Carried by the wind into the truth,
Let the proud birds carry the frail
And drape their walking upon the air.

The hour of this resurrection is now...
If not then it will surely surrender.

Let us move `neath the skies offering
And remember who and what we are;
Not the mad dash of men, but hope!
A brilliant possibility; a searchlight
Beckoning from these distant shores
Calling out to humanity with hope.
We are the great lions whose claws
Are touching upon the deep waters...

Let us not surrender…




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