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Eternal and sure doth the sun not rise,

blessed the week's sacrament, seven times?

Doth it not excel and decline, traveler of the noon,

spite the warning of the road, the fog and gloom?

The strength of the Son like a star 'neath the gray,

beheld not in my eye, but a deeper way.

Shining stone of my creed, guide our feet in the dark,

go forth at night we brave ones to make a spark.

Eternal and sure doth the sun not rise, blessed the week's sacrament, seven times? Doth it not excel and decline, traveler of the noon, spite the warning of the road, the fog and gloom? The strength of the Son like a star 'neath the gray, beheld not in my eye, but a deeper way. Shining stone of my creed, guide our feet in the dark, go forth at night we brave ones to make a spark.

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Do you also get gay with the poetry?

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If that means writing gay poetry, then no.

I checked out a couple of your posts over there. You've got some dark things in your skull, brother.

The suicide topic gets to me.

Anyway, what do they say, something like the spirit comes to those who suffer. Mmhmm, yes it does nah, child.