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If I rolled the dice carved out of my weathered bone And offered of my blood the libation to the fane When even the reaper’s mockery forsakes me alone My own clangorous thoughts are the last to remainT. M. Lakomy
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For the wanderer astray, the hermit seeking the lost books To him the bitter path of knowledge is truly germane And to gaze at the grand canvas of depravity, the deified crooks All the depth of duplicity of the celestial rulers most profane.T. M. Lakomy
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For what was burned at the stakes beyond the fires did endureT. M. Lakomy
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There is nothing more important in life than perception, because you shape your life through it. It is like a looking glass, you look and you perceive things. You perceive a reality. You make it real and you live by it. It is all about your eyes, how you see it. And what you see, you create.T. M. Lakomy