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Dawn Of Justice...

By Priestess

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Dawn Of Justice... ******** Dimly lit is the seeker;   a chaotic silence is the sound. *8* A sense of peace is the search;   yet none has been found. *8* Questions becoming endless;   reasons I'm not to know. *8* Blissful feelings surrender me;   soon they're sure to go. *8* How many must we covet   until we're finally free? *8* When will our enlightened Dawn   of Justice let us be? *8* S.S.Snapp ~ 3-96 ~I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written March 1st, 1996 © on Nov 29 2001 03:12 AM PST   0 • 12

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