In the hand of a poet.

      In the hand of a poet.

A book that's
cover was made from the skin
of the first human soul
It's a paper from the Tree of the
knowledge of Good and Evil.
and its words were written in
  the blood of the cross...

Some things cannot be
rationalized...
      But still, we feel illuminated.

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