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I know the flesh heals 
but not the ethos. 
Though I was not the doer 
yet I did't fail in my journey 
through dark. 

It was a fait accompli. 
Knelt in prayer, I was branded 
with hot iron. 

Why am I shaking 
like Titanic? Your long arm 
did not save me from the shining 
iceberg of simple knowledge. 

Do we go together in the sea? 
The dark music was very 
enticing.Brick by brick we had 
made the levee.Now the river of rage 
has broken the embankment. 

You want to climb 
from the abyss.A death wish 
overtakes the hills.