Spell

Cast sullenly my line of self submit accentuates addendum, not as wit. The vast confront, an erring of God's cross in tune not with repent, subservient loft! Ah happiness, thy truth is so exalt that when error confronting plagues to halt upon my vestige in some slightness maim the cost of time's repealing seems insane! A word sent repetitiously in vain consumption of my entity, thy name, invokes a spell believable as same, that love for thee thus dwindles with mundane! Oh hear that gossip's ledger, its confront but closing, as my ear not gather malt and churn its own ideal as centered hunt, that acquisition's trust turned to assault! Oh bear me not this grief, and then ask why my altar's inhibition now takes wry and bending knee for grace in lost imply, forgiveness for the hearing begs my try! That spell of misdemeanor's focused ring does cast its honed incentive, all to fade, and if my thoughts of love were so . . . re-string thy honor first, believing were my jaded! Were truth or not, the loss of faith's excel is stifled by this cursedness . . . love's hell!