Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

1 Sept 2010

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What is the good of a conscience
When one’s physical body has nowhere to dwell.
This is the spell of the definition of hell.
All even gods and devils need a home,
Whether in China, Europe or Rome,
Whether on a thrown or on your own.
For now you have been shown the eternal loan,
Reflect my reflection unto thee.

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