beyond grave sites that once called my name
and eerie whispers had kept me so
in direction of the very baring
of a cross unveiled through hopeless shadow
these heavens drown me within your tangle
of webbed mercy I do adore
not I, no never had seemed embraced
by the divine language which angels pour
o by the grace of light your soul diverged
which shall never see the day that I
cry your name in painful tone
for death released me to touch your eyes
and upon these days I rise like this
forgetting what it is to feel
things that now are unknown to me
breathless, I swear this unconcealed
and eerie whispers had kept me so
in direction of the very baring
of a cross unveiled through hopeless shadow
these heavens drown me within your tangle
of webbed mercy I do adore
not I, no never had seemed embraced
by the divine language which angels pour
o by the grace of light your soul diverged
which shall never see the day that I
cry your name in painful tone
for death released me to touch your eyes
and upon these days I rise like this
forgetting what it is to feel
things that now are unknown to me
breathless, I swear this unconcealed
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