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Post by theft on Sept 19, 2006 16:18:12 GMT -5
Redemption, oh sweet redemtion how good it would be to be redeemed But such words were cast far from my Rebel For she is niether light nor dark She calls herself naught a Nuetral Because of what she beileves
Nuetrals are the ones who are lost Who know no better than what they are The wrong way they walk
Rebel is what she is called Was called Will be called All because her allience lies with no belief And because no allience can change What this Ole' Reb of mine believes
She stands in the way of you being redeemed Redeemed by Nuetrals Darks Lights
So she stands here grazing silently Daring you to take her in Hearing what you say And sensing what you don't quite the poem if you ask me!
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