The veiled hour

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A single thought that changes everything in which a day

is composed, i will be silent in my musings and be convicted

among those who are in love with nothing but the love of everything

i shall be of.


Tranpose this hours into minutes,

i am a slave for each second

for the time well spent here

in your halls, where valhalla sleeps,

nirvana is not found

but at the doorstep of the gate of Peter.

Thank you.

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