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Sublimatus , School of Sorcery. Label, Cyberset
9. Grace
Faith propels himself
So if you think you know him,
Be thee weary,
The seven tides of fury may carry Faith away,
Yet once you’ve learned to carry
Mother, Maiden, Crone to the Warrior, Father, Fool,
The links of time carry no bind,
And tides are shafts of light,
To be dissolved in blissful hours of moments trace,
I ask for the forgiving heart, and cleansing fires of blue
I crave at passions edge and everything we share,
Where Wisdom is folly and Wealth is Poverty,
And Seed is Desolation and Life is Death,
And Dominance is Subjugation and Peace is War,
And Grace is Ugliness
And the Falcon calls the tune, and no mask shall I wear
Grace conceals herself,
So if you think you’ve found her,
Be thee weary,
The seven tides of fury may carry Grace away,
Yet once you’ve leaved to marry
,
Mother, Maiden, Crone to the Warrior, Father, Fool,
The links of time carry no bind,
And tides are shafts of light,
To be embraced in thoughtless hours of moments trace,
I ask for the shameless night, and lightening blots of blue,
I crave desires edge and nothing that is new,
Where Wisdom is folly and Wealth is Poverty,
And seed is Desolation and Life is Death,
And Dominance is Subjugation
Peace is War, and Grace is Ugliness
The Falcon calls the tune and no mask shall I wear
The Falcon calls the tune
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