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Unknown

 The weapons,  
rusted and unused on the field of battle, 
lay at the foot of the hill.
The warriors bold, when questioned,
parroted those gone before,
“Unknown remains untouched.”
Then darkness fell.
The path up the hill,
dim lit, unseen, remained.
And God, still loving, looked down.
R. Haaf

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