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Ode to Pain

Ode to Pain: Springing forth and flowing in energetic liquidity. Emotions in motion in chasms far reaching me. Of hearts preaching unbalanced in teaching thee. Lessons in life. In balance. Far from reaching me. Ode to pain in yesterday's strife. Memories of laid down bodies at night. Darkest of specters nefarious in plight. Left us unanswered in misery's strife. Ode to the moon. Only a fraction of light. In mortal terror. Rancid owls screeching in flight! How, let us see through pitch blackness and fright? When words are but all remembered. With no dawning of light. In lew of an awakening mind in the night. We are given to remember our lives from great heights. Falling from heaven became habits and rites. Trapping our intentions. Expectations arise. Praying for forgiveness so that our Son may still rise. Giving us forgiveness for wicked deeds in sight. From the bowels are earthquakes. Not butterflies. Just lies. We gather for sermons. Hope will arise? But all we are doing is looking elsewhere in spite. Rather than the victims of our deeds in their eyes. Instead we pray for forgiveness in the absence of sight. Focusing on before. The traumatic moments we die. It's only in that moment. Forgiveness will arise. With power to break chains from your victims felt cries. Relieving the pressures of dark gasses. Bottled up inside. Dissolving the lies from behind those eyes. Your soul became wicked and suffered by night. But mourning for forgiveness is not only just wise. It's the only reason the sun has to wake up. Have the courage to rise. Shining light on your failures as a human is nice. But shining light from your victim is forgiveness. It carries you in time. Relieving your worries and healing your mind. Instead we kneel in darkness and pray to a vine. Who's divine berries are sweeter and made into wine. But the thorns are ripping apart in your mind. Now that It's open. Your blood we shall find. Dripping and dropping and leaving behind. A trail of just sorrow. Nothing in mind. Tears are long passed. Nothing to find. When the dark heart will not follow. It's left there behind. In these dark mortal terrors. Forever. You're left here. You're Blind! Dark heart of the lonely. I love you As if You are mine.

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