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Old 11-21-2013, 12:19 PM   #1
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Guardians of the Light

We the keepers
forgotten and forelorn
of sacred inheritances and heavenly heirlooms.
Forever spawn
of mud and blood
conceived in fervor and borne of zeal.

The carbon of our body
still soaks with ancestral blood.
Blood spilt in passion,
blood potent with belief
A sanguinous spirit boiled over from Love
saturated the dirt and dust on which it fell.

Some moments, we feel
A tireless ember
pulsating soft light
glowing in dark corners of our mind;
Progenitorial coals
caged off and guarded
Fiery old passions hidden away
in opaque lockets;
airtight and thought-starved.

We must steal it from ourselves.
For we are prisoner and key.
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