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Frightened
Locked firm in place in desolate space so devoid of grace Sire, looked grim, he was gone without a trace Earth glistens from heaven's view so high Like a blue sapphire it shines to open portals when we die She calls in melancholy overtones up to him, 'spare us!' 'Spare me!' he replies, the spark, blunderbuss erupts Powerful protection but without due reflection it denies 'Serendipity and karma', her tears tiny salty outcries Cimmerian dreams and wrong deeds have plastered A photo so disenchanted, time to make it remastered Liverpool, Ashtabula, Argyle-socks in winter chill Life renewed for her and he with such vibrant thrill Will he be denied again is vibrating universally Resounding answer in negative signs catastrophically May he be within the light he who shall never die May he be within the right he who shall not lie The rock is a desolate space, inside we must chisel With the master's hand the raw stone and drizzle Love with the temperance of hate to craft The Lord's masterpiece, his spiritual raft Until we too see the sapphire's gleam
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