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| Sorrow to the ones who fail
to heed the words divinely trailed across the hearts and mindless souls of human choice for human woes. They gifted her with sundry charms: beauty, spark; her gaze disarmed the haughty sun, the lowly mite and all who took her in their sight. And to the heart that blossomed in this molded creature meant for sin They placed with gentle animosity A blazing Soul of curiosity. And so it be, and so tales go that when she loosed from box of gold the Ravagers of mankind's plight a single ray of lingering light... hope.... |