by Modar Neznanich
From darkness we are born to light;
In light we bear joy and sorrow;
To which we bear memories.
May the gods above be kind to man,
For they are orphans of time.
And, O gods, be gentle to me,
For I am an infant again;
Newborn into darkness.
For I am the past,
And also the future.
For while I am life,
I must also be death.
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2006, 2007 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
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