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Found selectively across Regalia are copies of this poet's second official released piece. Each page's edges, headers, and free bottom sections are lined with swirling gold ink lines. Each word reads in fine colored print:
Hapless Halcyon:
Expel reason within your acts of treason.
Saints do not flutter the feathers of white doves.
A candle to its flame.
Reasons turned to blame.
Who's to say if their face is the same.
Look to your people if not those on the pews
"None of blasphemy, seethe in your sins."
You were not told to stand so sit.
Your illness, your sick.
To our spark they are quick to kick.
Who's to quell the unwell of heavy crowns and down trodden fellows.
Power is seen as a facade to the fallen.
You find no mellow in the bullets they fire.
Crimson upon wounds; leak your ire.
"Liar, light the pire."
Burn to ashes those of unfaithful woes.
Nowhere to run, no place to go.
Pay the dead man's toll.
In their graves your ancestors toil.
Your government is corrupt.
From earth the truth erupts.
Lend an ear to this poet and hear it true.
"Your time is up."
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Each print is signed at the bottom with a swirly A.C. inside of a blazing circle symbol. Alternatively some pieces are signed formally;
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