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