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"Are you a prophet?"

Oh hush thy lips.

Riveted of sins and riddles.

Words that spur crusades.

Enslaved in motherland's fables.

Let thy fingers claw without teeth.

Conquered by tears and mud.

Acts that laud sinners.

Exalted through equivocal manners.

And thy eyes soar the flames.

Birthed in heaven and hell.

Truths that sentence the silence.

Eluded by the drowning treasure.

They say the crooked man is foolish,

I say the high priests are damned.

If we keep looking onto the skies,

we may never see the garden of eden,

waiting right before our eyes.

"No. I'm just a pharisee who dallies with the devil."

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