By Dave Ursillo on Jan 21, 2010
“Wake unto the day.
The gaze of Thou shakes Black haze.
Rise again in the Age of Green, wherein we struggle to see life as anything but varying shades of color.
The skies pierce in powdery Blue. Cloud floats in Grays and Whites as if from billowing stacks and children look in wonder of what cities were like.
Once-free men decry the woeful Yellow sun that shines brightly only to more clearly reveal the Brown mud and murk of the ever-empowered Elected, the ones who have betrayed us.
Oh, we have survived. But devoid of the White light of freedom, …
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