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	<title>God</title>
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		<title>The Agreement</title>
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		<description> God and Satan never agreed to agree
since mankind voiced, its emboldened decree

Let us create us, in our own man made image
never in doubt, our pre-determined lineage
                                                                                      
Sciences taught in universe cities
Satan`s law rules all, no mores the pity

Confound mans language, draw them close to the hilt
cast the first stone, he who stands without guilt

I shall sit in judgement, you accuse all mankind 
I shall write their laws, you convict all you find

In this way we control, and gain all that we seek 
we shall write a godly book, for future and pique

We have thus accomplished our sinister goal,
unbridle them loose, count and tally the toll  ... more  </description>
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		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:57:56 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Devil Island</title>
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		<description> I wish I could pray in the winter but God is vacationing</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 18:54:53 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-579-loom#comments</comments>
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		<title>Please, No Dead Faeries!</title>
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		<description> Somewhere between a painkiller and soda pop, I manage to wedge a weird prayer</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 11:44:55 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Oubliette</title>
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		<description>  

Bright,
  you played upon my hour's chord,
  plucking limbs,
  light as spring, unwary.
  Distant,
  a confined element   masked the laws of men;
  unlike God's measure, kind,
  an oscillating heat.


  Caged,
  these hands no music find,
  his glove keeps night;
  dark dissonance devolving,
  vibrating skin creeping raw within
  this shedding rhythm.


  Tonal deities
  defy the apex of my sorrow,
  what voice ore hid, now falls below,
  small sounds smuggled out,
  returning rare,
  to whet the cell defiled,
  in answer through forgotten bars
  you pace. 
  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:59:37 GMT</pubDate>
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