The First Day

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    The First Day

    The evening and the morning was the First day-
    A curse to walk through hell after the senenth-
    All bare witness, the truth in your preance-


    The land of the dead and the house of bones-
    The undead head of a people that play dead-
    Learned to play dead from the teachers of the Black pages-
    Mockers of the truth-
    Sociaty Canibles, Great Pretenders, Children Eaters, Smiling Faces-


    Head so sick, make body parts quit-
    Head gon see the wrong,It's a regeneration-
    Wher's my Nation-
    Do a 360 in a house of bones-
    The land of the undead-
    Can't feel the pain of the flames-
    Walking through Hell, born to complain, each flame, orginal but all the same-
    Power in a name all in truth-

    The evening and the morning was the First day-
    A curse to walk through Hell after the seventh-
    All bare witness the truth in your presance.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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