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Amicae Intus I
Amicae Intus II
Amicae Intus III
Amicae Intus IV
Amicae Intus V
Amicae Intus VI
Exquirere Veritas I
Exquirere Veritas II
Exquirere Veritas III
Exquirere Veritas IV
Exquirere Veritas V
Exquirere Veritas VI
Exquirere Veritas VII
Exquirere Veritas VIII
Exquirere Veritas IX
Exquirere Veritas X
Exquirere Veritas XI
Exquirere Veritas XII
On many pages did I ride, of wisdom, reflection, of murder, rejection. On words I rose in a warm embrace. On time so cast in a worded grace. On torrents breaking in a massive thunder, words inscribed then laid asunder. In all I've gained from the worded book from the hearts of men, from the thoughts they grasped and the greatness took. In a moment borne of searing pain in the minds of those where a passion reigns on a rhythmic beat of a mighty wing of a raging beast of a prideful thing. Where none have gone before I range on the edge of man on a planet strange. In a world new with a second chance is the place I roam, is the place I dance. To a tune of that which man never learned is my quest there lies of a page unturned. Gone to ever their tomorrow and the sanctions that may follow. On crystal stalkings was I cast to rise upon their clouded past. And so it was and so I read in many passages the songs they sang of the things they did and the tales they said of a life unfolding in a time gone by in the deeds they bid.   Much was the weight of the thoughts I beared in a land of tomorrow and the unknown feared.  Many times was it that I reached for a hand of comfort and found refuge in the arms of sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
Exquirere Veritas     (In Search of Truth)