Born of blackest blackness
Without a trace of light
No candle glow
No single flame
To pierce the lens of sight
When out of dark magnificence
Mighty bang ensued
Veiled pitch relieved
All light redeemed
Every hope imbued.
Blessed be dark magnificence
Malevolence was torn
Atomic thunder
Shafted curse
Sight, to us, was born.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow, can Spirit dance!
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The thoughts that run through my heid on the subject of Scottish politics and the influence of Westminster rule in Scotland
IT'S NOT ROCKET SALAD.........in the Land o' cakes and brither Scots
Musings on Faith, Education, Arts, Sport and Travel
bringing you the community news in Orkney
When it comes to life, write your own account...
A Son of Scotland
Scottish food - local to global
Irish History Online With Green Lamp Media
Author and political commentator
Side A - Politics, economics, Scottish Affairs :::: Side B - Guitars, gadgets, amps, mods.
News, opinion and analysis on the things that matter to you.
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