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NO HERITAGES

I don't know my village,
As much as wickedness
Is crowned the king of the jungle
I have forsaken lands for land sharers
To dwell in tents
Like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
Lands? What are lands?
Planets aspace have more than lands
In my heart I seek a city
Which so golden as the thought is
Has foundations
Whose builder and maker
Is God.


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NO HERITAGES

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