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Gods OF PHILISTIA
Gods of Philistia
Damot elves, foot to knee
Swollen chinny embarrassment
Sights to make one sick and puke
Artwork of the Carver
Dedicated to their zeal
Here, he bows still to it
That thing which he carved in sweat
Theie choice is just some sorrow
Carved out of morbid minds
To tell again their own hopes
Borrow from realms they roam
Saviours in times of sorrow?
They fail them oft and oft
Why then do they but trust them
As if they are but God?
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Gods OF PHILISTIA
Gods OF PHILISTIA
