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Out of Bondage
K.C. Collins I bring you gifts I come bearing visions Of translucent aquamarine brilliance Wrenched straight from the stained glass windows Of that sheepfold someone herded you into. Can you find me Inside the pain I bring you? Can you hear any ring of truth in your belltower? Or do you only see your childhood god shatter and fall off his altar…. © Copyright 1999, 2003, 2004 by K.C. Collins |