Mark

Oh fetish line and grace divine the narrow thinking of the mind, dispels content, and opens bind conditioning its' arrow's find! How hurt portrays life's endless maze, while comfort beacons there to praise Oh, suffer shame, my silence name as love in Thee, and yet acclaim! How space does wind and distanced faith so far between ~ we once were chaste with heart's fulfilled, our sins erased, now buttressed fiendishly distaste! Forgive my sight ~ the captive fear while all about me follows near, insane regret ~ ''tis not my cheer but only bending of my ear! Forgive again thy plight this hark and let me listen ~ counterpart the small slight message thee embark from all the noise of useless mark!