Man's Delite
Articles of man's delite, glory for the gift of sight, wonders of this paradise, harmony for racial spice, dreaming words to ease the pain, dancing for a summer's rain. Desperation pushing forth, cold winds blowing from the North, destruction of this paradise unaware of racial splice, sins commited with the sight, all sacraficed for man's delite.

--Daryl Molen

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