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Let It Be Known..

Let it be known,
i am no more blown..
By the mistakes of yesterday.
Nor by the hypnotic fray.
Enchanted by the cravings of the present day

Let it be known.
Across the seas of fate and reclining time..
That in this lifetime.
My living is the fulfillment.
Of the sublime grace of the most Holy Divine...

Let it also be known..
That even in the abyss of despair..
I have become the heir.
That brings to naught.
The decree passed on
..from the throne of raging fear.

To restore the cities covered with grass.
With words made of iron and brass..

Let it be known.
That i spoke to my memories.
To let go, the past.
To the custodians of histories
And focus on the future and its mysteries

Let it be known.
That loneliness is sweet wine..
That intoxicates to the point of insanity.
Making you the prisoner of your mind..

Let it also be known.
That the cedars of glory..
Thrive on the soils of a heart that is humble and holy.
Who has not eaten the herbs of gross folly.

For he will restore the cities covered with grass.
With words made of iron and brass..

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