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Artificial


Proverbs 6:9 New King James Version (NKJV) 9 How long will you slumber, O sluggard? When will you rise from your sleep? Here I am ... all intact ... with a mind in search of originality Pen in hand ... just a fact ... in clandestine partiality Once a beggar ... now a prince ... on a throne in servant’s quarters In search of truth ... to make amends ... for failures to define the hereafter Artificial light ... to make me see ... as darkness still rules the outside Without right ... just a constant plea ... to get to observe the inside Circular motion ... straight ahead ... How to avoid disaster? Maybe I know ... go back to bed ... to let that be the master Jan Wienen
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