THE WISEMAN
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In the arid, barren desert - land
The winds of time parch the sand
The city walls of the "holy land" crumble
When the silence of the Wiseman's mumble
The White Kingdom's blood soaks the alter
As faith's sacrifice of peace of God falter
Upon the unwritten faith around his finger
When ignorance of the unholy infidel linger
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There is not a true religion when all are equal...
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March 17, 2007