Goddess given right ?

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THE PATH
by kierian rhys
I hear your voice calling to me, you call your time-worn song.
For if I follow not your path, you say that I am wrong.
I have something to say to you, I ask you hear my voice.
For I've the Goddess given right, to live my life of choice.
You tell me you will listen, for we must share this land.
But thought you smile and nod at me, you do not understand.
You claim your god is dear to you, and this I feel is fine.
For I allow you your beliefs, in return, allow me mine.
You say that man is in God's image made, created but of sand.
But tell me when the time was last, that man was born of man.
You say you must condemn me, for seeing what I see.
And living life the way I must, to be what I must be.
You claim your god will save us, I hear you plead and rage.
And proclaim your gods wish to destroy those souls he can not save.
For though you wish to lead me, I can not follow you.
For I must walk upon the path of what I feel is true.
"The truth is Truth," you shout at me, but why you can not see,
Your truth, though truth to you my friend, is not the truth I see.
I leave you with this blessing, though your I is never we.
May we all learn on our chosen paths, And in all things, Blessed Be.

The emphasis on "Goddess given right" was too kewl to pass up Visit her pages there is more.  This I found on my quest to get more on "hashishians" - there is some info on the Templars who involved in the Crusades as well.

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Mark de LA says
And from the same website comes this: (Sorry Seth & Denise - Happy Anniversary!)

Sent to Me by Brett

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
what the hells all this crap for?
People getting mushy and starting to act queer,
its definetly the most annoying day of the year.

This day needs to get the hell over with and pass,
before I shove something up Cupids ass.

I spend the day so drunk I can not speak,
and wear black for the rest of the week.
Guys/Girls act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
for all thy are trying to do is get laid.

The arrow cupid shot at me must not have hit,
cause I think this love thing is a crock of shit!
So here is my story, what else can I say?
love bites my ass, SCREW VALENTINES DAY!
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