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It Shall be Lifted

Behind a veil of mist a man
none other than the poet Poe
peered in my face, and then began
to read a scroll. "From long ago,

your soul agreed to certain things.
Although you're not a lost one yet,
it's clear your path will not bring wings
to lift your Karmic debt." Cold sweat

ran down my back like icy air
of night - times ten! "What must I do
to set this matter straight? Is there
a way to fix my life? " He drew

his finger up and said to me
"You'll nevermore pretend that Good
is not both holy king and key
of all that must be understood