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O' great Beaver!
Believer of accomplishment!
Constructor of foundation!
Let thy wisdom of building be upon me!
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Children are vulnerable creatures.
They laugh, they learn, they cry.
But what makes me cry,
Is when they are taken advantage of.
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Beware, O' fellow, of your fear.
Fear can be dangerous.
Fear can be ignorant.
Fear can be a lie.
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Life, Love, Liberty, and Light;
Four words, spoken through eons time,
In scores of languages.
Four words that can easily explain everything.
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Caw! Caw! Unto the wind!
That to which you do own.
If not for you, the wind would lack,
The message I must be told.
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The scarlet snare of crimson blow;
The tangible symbol of all things repressed and patterned;
The cool sack of confusing liquid at your belt,
Never leaving your side.
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Ceaselessly into the past we row-
On the boat with no sail.
But wind, ever floundering blow,
And the nauseating, rocking pail-
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Names are not faces,
Regardless of what memory serves.
If so, my face is split,
And personality proven nonexistent.
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So much depends on the Earth and the Sky.
The Thunderbird claps it’s wings-
Only with the lightning storm.
But everybody knows when destruction is nigh,
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Once again, I travel broken.
Given the words to progress, unspoken-
Had I left the message, the token,
Awoken for minutes, nay, hours,
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My waking thought, a joyful thought-
No, a sad thought, I hold, but naught.
Nevermore; evermore, the soft gentle noise-
From deafening screeches of poise,
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Wolf, Snake, Panther, Owl..
What loneliness could be so foul,
As fangs with blood,
Slobbering an iron flood.
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Besides, to put aside;
To ignore the life and remain narrow.
I indict. Thou leavest behind,
And sucketh dry the pointlessness, rather than the marrow.
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Have you known the best of me?
What lies beneath is constantly-
Receding from the Rowan Tree,
With roots that know not how to free-
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What a tear that hath bedazzled my poor face; upon it smiling-
Not of happiness, but dazzled by the temptress known as wonder;
Ever filing awe and courteous I plunder into sleep not known by many-
Though eyes wide open, plainly see do I the holy matrimony-
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Sensitivity offers no exception-
To the early dawning flower-fields-
Sprinkled with pollen, sweet as sugar cocaine,
Intoxicating the lovely brethren of the the initial contagion.
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Go, encant the name that hides itself-
From the void that leads both sides.

Many a man hath done so-
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There would've been more if I wasn't interrupted, but here:
The shadow man walks in,
Smiling at you, at what you've allowed yourself to become.
Smiling at the people you've allowed yourself to be around.
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The Beaver Prayer

O' great Beaver!
Believer of accomplishment!
Constructor of foundation!
Let thy wisdom of building be upon me!
For thou art the carpenter of life,
Who's focus is maintained on Malkuth.

Know that I am a friend of the Earth.
My feet, planted in it's soil.
The ground, enabling me to stand and move.
The trees, my friends and conversationalists.
The river, my source of refreshment.
And you, a master of stepping stones.

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