from this there seems to be
no escape
as I sense an angel whose beauty
unveils
my heart
and while her essence molds
the reaping of
what I have ever
longed to know
a tear trickles by the notion that
deliverance
may unceasingly
desire to
corner her
yet
through her
I wish our Father would grant me
my one chance
to redeem my empty-handed soul
if only
she might remember
what it is to love
and know again
the touch
of empathy
no escape
as I sense an angel whose beauty
unveils
my heart
and while her essence molds
the reaping of
what I have ever
longed to know
a tear trickles by the notion that
deliverance
may unceasingly
desire to
corner her
yet
through her
I wish our Father would grant me
my one chance
to redeem my empty-handed soul
if only
she might remember
what it is to love
and know again
the touch
of empathy
and if to fall with her
could
be a blessing
then I wish go
way of all flesh
and
liberate her
from that
unrighteous salvation
be a blessing
then I wish go
way of all flesh
and
liberate her
from that
unrighteous salvation
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