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Escape To Morning by Stephen W. Cote
Knowing only opulent torture
And dwelling in sepulchral parturition
Subsisting on sycophantic drivel
And crying in postmortem anguish
Is the fate of the beshrewed.
Escaping perdition
And living in golden morality
Silencing the hate of heart
And loving the stone hearted
Is the pursuit of redemption.
It is never impossible
To escape from night
And fly into morning.
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