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Written by Anonymous
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Thursday, 13 January 2005 |
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The ransom he paid
For grief to be slayed
That monster that claws from within,
The sword of the truth
He has set as our proof
For dividing our thought’s constant sin
To excise the red dragon
Whose flames can us madden
and lead us right to life’s edge
To lift up with power
Our heart’s hopeful hour
When love must
assuredly win.
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