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God’s Blue Throne
Oh Zealots So Red
Dust—All’s Yellow
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Introduction
God’s Blue Throne
Oh Zealots So Red
Dust—All’s Yellow
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# Dust—All’s Yellow

Desire itself no longer within reach,

Unstinting and severe, the hands that smite—

Such justice, and its judge, do I indict.

The barren walls reverberate a screech

As muzzy-mumble sages nod and teach

"Let there be light," He said, and there was light.

Like scattered stars abandoned to the night,

Safeguard them nigh—and me within your reach

You may destroy, completely extirpate.

Erase the yellowed parchment, start anew.

Lament some other human tragedy,

Lest man believe that he is thrall to fate.

One is ever one and never two,

When time and separation cease to be.


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