Redemption
As the angels gather,
My dread grows as the angry hand of heaven
falls against my sinning naked soul.
It severs me, and darkly my essence drips to the dirty ground.
In horror, I cry out while the nothingness hovers close.
Now alone, my soul falls upon closed eyes.
I see the light.
This is my Redemption
Copyright © Mandy Jolly | Year Posted 2023
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