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Blanche McLanahan [ehcnald at yahoo.com]


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Thunderbolts

Hydrogen be true and feed our soul.

Without you, the catalyst to stir the spirit humanity would stand alone.

Shine through with eternal linear exchange, as your lights energy beams and radiates bending beyond our time's rage.

Appease man's hunger and thirst, with the spark to pierce our soul and release the memory of embracing heaven's girth.

It is not of man's mind to give or hold, it is a freedom God gives independently as the love unfolds.

Should light of this love ever fails to shine, then in cold darkness of death lies await man's spiritual climb.

To let go in forgiveness of rest energies void shall still the storms chaotic flight and elucidate primordial rhyme.

For truly if light fail the eternal shine then the law of gravity would arrest and put end to time.

It is God to keep lit the candle of hydrogen's spark amidst life's storm...and never shall he fail us, 'tis only the illusion of time's scorn.

- Blanche McLanahan


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