[Intro] Every heartbeat of your life did exist before you stood at this...The Gate of Tor.
[Poem] They ran, unknowingly through twilight's tattered tollings/
only to burst in on a man deep in the core of thought/
rotating on Medina/
revolving about Jerusalem/
while breathing the ritual and sacrament...of an Aztec .
[Poem] They ran, unknowingly through twilight's tattered tollings/
only to burst in on a man deep in the core of thought/
rotating on Medina/
revolving about Jerusalem/
while breathing the ritual and sacrament...of an Aztec .
( Tor Hershman )
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