THE SONGS OF THE RETURN

THE LAST GIFT

WE, WHO HAVE BEEN TOILING, DOWN THE DESOLATE CORRIDORS OF HISTORY UNDER THE RULE OF LITTLE TOADS AND FROGS, SQUABBLING IN THE SMALL DRIED OUT PONDS OF MAN MADE RELIGIOUS INFAMY,

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WE, WHO HAVE WORSHIPPED INCARNATIONS ONLY TO FIND THEIR WORD BETRAYED BY THE SPITTING MOUTHS OF BLASPHEMY,

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WE, WHOíS PATIENT SILENCE HAS OUTLIVED THE TYRANNY OF POWER, LUST AND MONEY, THESE TOYS OF SEDUCTION IN THE DEVILíS PAWN,

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WE, WHO BELIEVE IN THE CARRIER OF THE WATER POT, IN THE BURNING OF KUNDALINIíS FRESH FLAME AND IN THE MOTHER OF THE NEW DAWN,

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WE HAVE THIS TO SAY: GOD SENT FORTH HIS COMPASSION. THERE IS NO GREATER GIFT HE CAN MAKE TO MANKIND. PLEASE ACCEPT IT. PLEASE TRY!

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IF YOU DO NOT, WE CAN ONLY OFFER YOU OUR TEARS, BUT, IN YOUR RADIATING HEAT, EVEN THIS LAST GIFT SHALL DRY.

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