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Cast of the Morning Star

It has come with a swift hand. Yet not if a woman or that of a man.

For the World so it tis bound,

Shall snatch your spirit without a sound,

Author of the fallen sky,

The hand of its glory,  are the tears we cry .

Dark days as we shall pray, so join me if you may,

The order of the world is poised for hell for this we have lost our way.

Rotten as my flesh has become ‘‘tis with the jezzabel I lay.

Father I beg of you is there another way?

I will wait long as I can, please I beg you to stay..

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Valsa George May 22, 2025 at 10:37 PM Unless we are cautious, the world will snatch away our spirit. The world's untamed cravings will land us in hell. So we have to be extra vigilant! Well written dear friend.

Paige Hind February 8, 2025 at 5:02 PM Beautiful - I really like your style as well. Cut Down The Daggers, dear :)