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17 What Is My Fate? In supreme supplication Sir, I the dissolved, absorbed and insulted, Quest to know, not known, My fate in faith b’fore I flee. Sounds zoom about my ears A new King is crowned. Another sycophant slogging same old song? No, no, no, without thought in “Moonalike’ hail, A saint, a sage, a saviour, God sent. So in unison we said, “Let’s wait and see”. Then sounds zoomed about my ears again, Kings in dispute. My self-fetched food fell, As savage blowpipes blasted Shattering swiftly and savagely, What held the Kings in esteem. I am the power broker, the glory giver. I sided one and he won. But what is my fate even now? I quest to know, not known. By The Beach Of Victoria By the beach of Victoria I stand, It’s August 31st 1988, There to watch the void of the Atlantic, ...

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