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Once maybe twice is nil,
Twice is more than,
Thrice is a slap in the face,
Four and I'm allowed.

Take my hand,
And feed thy force,
To cut thy throat,
A bleed is cause.

A thrust I'll cut,
In wood so deep,
A fire I'll burn,
To cut thee free.

Another is burnt,
To cure thy cause,
As the sun doth rise,
We'll feel thy force.

And so we'll rise,
Another day,
And freedom calls,
For us to stray!

A memory lies,
In dreamscape sleeps,
I'll lie awake,
Till us no matter.

Dated: 29th January 2007