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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Everyday dwelling in this darkness the resurrection of an playful fire is my punishment. i lay to remember the once beauty and wonders of my once kingdom once share between us. Dear husband when suddenly forbidden pride out weight to listen to the faded memories of us. Dumb understanding run wild about me freely that i have losen. careless whispers shows no more tears for me. The door of sin open it's door to stand before my face and death say to me, ( no sin shall be pardon by me!) yea the angels of heaven with their golden feets stand muted. the master pity's go's mix with the earth and moon. Lay those sexless farewell upon my hot flags of hell for never such an angel heaven's weep so bitterly? Dear Husband, My lip are like stone and wood of an ruin temple, my eyes sorrowful like two devils right and wrong, my body is formed like the murder of able still crying from the grave. My once mighty in mercy are now nothing but two forbidden deeds banished to prolong horror under blessing by man first deed. I dear husband who was born with two souls now know that both souls must die, For the drowning of my weeping has burnt my house. God's rage within you entertain the new covenant in you. deep within the sin the black chapel, the curse of God's wrath board the wine of speech for none of my pleads reach your ears. It's was their plot, Their pride i aim to build a name, Their confusion to seek why heaven allow you to love me. So my faith the wiser folly was not for love. This is an part of my sadden scattered abroad like an high tower of slaves unreached! So before the night come take my speech, My first story and let it travel within the mass of confusion, And my death be a mystery even to me?
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