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Cries of a Pagan

I have worshiped at the altar of you and me

I have worshiped at the road to keen

I have looked for keeps and sakes

I have fought for beings and makes

 

Never did I search for a heart's throb

Or to call for a prayer of thought

Pride rode me on the waves of ignore

Arrogance taught me the ways of sore