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O pathfinder, 
you wanted to leave unsung. 
One day I will track down your footmarks. 

Last night I understood 
the unholy drowning of the truth, 
before the priests of innocent surrender. 

Jealousy was the secret of 
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now 
to defend the corporate 
blunders. 

Politics has become a 
grammar to cheat the morphology 
of gospels. 

Do not go like naked truth 
in the crowd.I wanted back 
my eyebaths to see clearly. 

The gap between the lips 
was widening..