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<title>Die Promethean</title>
<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/</link>
<description>Issue 2</description>

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		<title>A Faith Lift</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%201.html</link>
		<description>A wave of secularism and disbelief is sweeping our country in the form of spiritual deadness. Much as we love our fellow men and women, there are some that we simply cannot include.</description>
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		<title>Conscience</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%202.htm</link>
		<description> The block of lifes way,

Detested by mankind,</description>
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		<title>Aleisteir Crowley - Magician and Author</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%203.htm</link>
		<description>Aleisteir Crowley, the writer and mystic, was denounced in the 1920's as 'the wickedest man in the world'.</description>
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		<title>Evensong</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%204.htm</link>
		<description> How sable soft, the elegiac bells,
Drifting valley deep,</description>
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		<title>George Grosz - Moralist versus The Church</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%205.htm</link>
		<description>The artist George Grosz, himself a soldier of the First World War, attacked the idea of war, and its supporters, throughout the 1920's.</description>
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		<title>Know Your Enemy</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%206.htm</link>
		<description>A Blatantly Stereotypical Guide to Student Life in Bangor</description>
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		<title>Council Castle</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%207.htm</link>
		<description>When small, I watched it rear itself

In glossy, glowing brick;</description>
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		<title>A Gothic Tale</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%208.htm</link>
		<description>It (being based on the reports of those locals more than usually intrepid or foolhardy, who had ventured within the environs of the castle) was said copiously throughout our neighbourhood of -----, that, during  the past few weeks, the strange and intangible smell, at first barely perceptible, that had emanated from that ancient seat,</description>
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		<title>Aftermath - Twelve</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%209.htm</link>
		<description>Steve lies, sprawled on his bed. His radio is on (radio two for some reason) and his alarm goes off. After some time he moves, painfully.</description>
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		<title>Thought Page</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%2010.htm</link>
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		<title>Forthcoming Features</title>
		<link>http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/promethean/2nd%20Issue/2%2011.htm</link>
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