For my death, ye waited long, Thy minds are worth reviling,With hearts brimful of woeful wrong,A treasure thou art desiring. Inherit now all I give to you,A word of admonition.The pure in heart will gain the prize, This is my decision.So if thine eyes are open,Thin ears quick to hear,You're soon to be awoken,The path, though hidden shall shine clear.
-Theresa Stinnett
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