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My feet tear at the ground as god pulls you above
The all powerful against the unmoving
You are love but you will not have mine
Your hordes of angels
lie at my feet exhausted unable to loosen my grip
No light or image passed between our gaze
will falter my look of love
All souls welcomed fill heavens final spaces
and from above witness our eternal struggle
And demons and lost souls pass sniggers from below
All light sleeps in slumber, sound rests it weary head
All is gone from stars to dust
And in the nothingness
My hand in yours
And my love for you still grows
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