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Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; Out Of Some Cavern On Sifnos, Around, Say, 75 A.D.
Enslaved, I descend into this mine
to take from it that which Roman proprietors treasure.
Christ, Himself, has sent into this soul of mine
to bless me with joy of Salvation without measure.
And though we who labor hear are considered dead---
a fate that genteel Romans think of (and shudder) with dread---
Christ has enlivened and nourished me; I have been spiritually fed.
Starward
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