With Bated Breath--
Create in me O Lord
Breath of life
Blow your wind a gust in me, O Lord
While I stand here on the realm of enlightenment,
Investing in the twilight lite placement in times;
Together my body and spirit separates,
Host has hurried and left its place, now lifted and faceless…
Breath has flown, gone on…
Arise, arise my soul dough...
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