From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

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my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy
so blessed on my way i go, I just dont seem so trusting
a black hole charges the shadow with a freightline steaming hiss
and the poles are wasted fallow lest they choose to mix

walking through infinity spreading seeds, cursing deeds playing and parrying and calling it a fight, like jacob and the stranger locked in a hollow halleluiah

Elvis Angel from The Dawn That Follows

(From the a number of writings culled from what is believed to be the same source. The data was recovered from written script that is believed to have originated from the scattered peoples of the Great Lakes region of what was known as the United States sometime in the 21st or 22nd century.

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