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Safe

on bare foot, I sojourned
to the land beyond
the sky is no longer a covering
but seals the pain and suffering

the wind whispers
the trees echoes
dirge from a crippled owl
all from the voice of Lucifer

the only way to escape this harm
is to race into its arm.

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