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Love; this spiritual enlightenment.
How positive; to look past negatives.
Before, I knew not what forever meant.
Knowing now; passion that forever gives.
Like minded, I found fraud in many things.
Seemed; my every thought was already known.
The Reaper’s hymn played upon theses strings.
Pitiful, a King; without Queen at throne.
Beneath heavy ash; battling breath for breath.
It’s known, that flint lies quite before the spark.
When the last blow lands; you learn what is left.
It’s said, a mended bows still hits the mark.
Tried; the warriors who rejoice in pain…
It’s God’s own, you know; that dance in the rain-
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