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I await the morn
i await defeat in the grass
shouldered by compassion, pieces
cease the return of shadows unkept
seasons deliver the light of knowledge

pastures of light and faith sit
the light of our campfire encircles belief
homing signal calls miles and miles in deafaning
darkness
parental beacon shines through the steel dawn

i am, i will always be, i exist; and without,
i understand the depth of eternity
enclosed by rapture, hidden behind fantasy
the letter reads forward that all memories
of all that have fallen will always be near.

God bless America!!
b a albern