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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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