Time no longer an enemy
Death no longer a foe
Hate no longer a way of life
Fear no longer a road
For time is lost in Your loving arms
And death is but a friend
Who'll usher in the greatest age
My soul has ever been
Hate is swallowed up in love
And fear but a bit of strain
That through its trials has wrought fine gold
And through it Your bride is trained.
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Interesting font
I love the "Time no Longe" poem, and it reads much better with this font as compared to the other.
Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them,...
Thanks for the compliment bro. I love that line from LOTR. I wonder if our samurai ancestors did that. Hmmm.
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