"...have I got the gifts to get me through...the gates of that mansion..."
come turn me in and out to Thee
till mirror sees Thy face
oh raise my voice and speak to me
till fraud has shown no trace
for hidden are the pains of souls
that lie till they are bound
thus let all truth reveal controls
that freedom may be found
oh grace my quill with all that's real
this tender and my crude
that speaking truth would soon unseal
what's kept all breath subdued
~Moses Apollo
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