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Speaking in tongues
Through conduits ancient and divine
Spirits reach this hemisphere
And claw to find their way within
Out of the blackened pit of night
Wherein they must reside

Beware the bite of delicacy
They offer riches, treasures pure
But grappling with their tendencies
To lie, you must be careful here
When gazing in the sphere of light
To not be dazzled by the spirits’
Trickery so bright

Knowledge is so tempting and so near
You hear the ancient tongues and shiver
Waiting on that moment
Which you know must be mastery
But in that split second when
You extend your hand to let them in
You’ve given only passage to
Death, pestilence and sin

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