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An ancient knowledge
was buried,
In times gone by,
By those afraid of the truths
And the powers that they hold.
But that knowledge still is.
Time cherished and freed,
Now a force out of hiding,
Leading the way
For those that it touches,
And draws out of the darkness
And into the light.
Published inPoetryPoetry - prose

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