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Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Like the wind creaking among the faith we once had.

Life is our desire, miracles are among the cool shadows,
Lovingly we rustle around the globe for answers.
From science and medics, the murmur pattern bestows,
Crystal knowledge place upon all nations with fears.

Trapped in the twisted architecture of neurons
Fortified houses with souls clinging to their habitat.
The voices of confusion can feel deliberate exclusions
If no one is present, strange worlds come in contact.

Visions that seem like nightmares from a foreign shore
Watery wells pour out the waves where dark fate lies.
Sleepy as death, yet, far more seriousness lay in store
It cannot be hidden forever, this unpreceded virus.

Better to lie here and curse fate soothing the soul,
Our world has changed, will we ever go back home?
Turn and wonder if it was a trick played on the world,
In the abyss of time comes the hour of no return.

Every hurtful tear on faces wore is a cry for help
Moments with pain inside fire preserving the malady.
Therapy that cannot be seen treat the damage we felt
Crying for help when words cannot express the agony.

Too many loud sounds compelled to join triumphal,
Noises with muffled cries distinguished the choice.
Before awakening to hear the pale and loitering call,
Our cold world around has swallowed up your voice.

You call before the nightfall floating cloud went past,
A cry in night when the morning dew is about to fall.
In prayerful attack, it praises a worthy company ask,
Beauty and grace were greatly ablaze under the veil.

Maybe it was stories of our minds echoing the times
Sounding the alarm to wandering spirits everywhere.
You heard a voice in the wind where nature chimes,
Pain struck, like a mirrored numbness stripling stare.

Without oxygen bringing in the air, voices strained
Hidden in the spray with the soaking fear of dying.
Your kindled spark was a primeval force of Gods reign,
In the solicitude, fears, anxieties, of uncertainty growing.

Angels in the room another wooden casement taken,
The Rectory manuscript pouring benevolent promised.
Hearts bound to every touch that God will restore again
The sanguine hearts listened but were not compromised.

Yet, they hath light in the darkening night of love and life,
Though the world bedimmed with a thousand mischiefs.
We see clearly from the lamp some fading glimmer left,
With bold pinions, harmony enthralled upon our beliefs.

A cry in the night engaged prayers for pressing missions,
Forming a merged herd upon the rockery roads within.
You herald the penance with commission and omissions,
On earth, recital of woes troubles becoming more define.

Death clutched hands and feet till every feather was pluck,
No credit, no money needed for the remotest of chance.
To obtain a brief interlude if the floodgate was pack,
They would still be stack till the ghostly shadows dance.

All the grace within your power cannot make them live,
They die, like a pleasant slumber asleep in the lap.
Scarcely notice a person possessing the influence you give,
Until the bright morning, we’ll see you stand in the gap.
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