Thursday, September 16, 2004The Price of FreedomHow came we to these darkened days of dissonance and grief as ancient wisdom slipped into shadow, all fallen into the abyss of time? Yet still the day dawns, glowing embers of life flow endless from the sun to us who live in memory of Bliss– the Way is surely hard. Secrets of the long-ago whisper gently upon the winds of wonder– Hail, man his long desire, peace, paid upon by all our freedom. By myth it is the banner furled for all men born in freedom but long the seasons passed, unreasoned, the... Sign in to see full entry. |
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