Garments Scented In Myrrh Aloes As Cassia
Without the means to take us there, we spread our wings..
Amid imagination and shall one fail as fly ? Revisiting days gone by
A young teen sitting at her mall; tainted, still far from polluted be they yet
Their heart but even more so it's flesh ? Spreading this cloak covering, life's darkness
Servants of sin slaves, claimed in carnal and whom is free ? Fashioned love's platter
Where from we feast ? His children stepping through time to now bind, reasons...
Atop her bench while beauty she passes within, such glorious light ? Nineteen seventy-five.
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