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GOLDEN ARM.

As I rise.
In the eyes.
Of the rose of rock.
Withers ways of green days.
Old Shepard flock.
Till the nigh.
Held deep inside.
One must delve within.
Bearer of lamp.
You will find.
That which up till now.
Had been fully hidden.
As the hand.
Pushes down.
In the deepest gut.
The fist of fate.
Will elate.
In the hand of God.