infantly in fan tile your names
tooo much o in the too
manifestering you all
contemplate a while for a smile
Me bee crazy maybe knot
Writing words that to sword do turn
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niaga
sorry left you for infinity
counting back two back backwards
when my eyes are opened
your knot
2 Knots do make ring
Last orders
and with a shut of your eyes
i am gone
Conclusion of my story will be written,
Last chapter’s dust foretells life smitten,
Departure from voyage manifests fear,
Overcast prevents son’s reign to appear.
Avenues of entrance paving my head,
Haunting damnation constructing all dread,
Current thoughts taxed with paying a debt,
Noting bands of composure between my fret.
Salvational passage born from within,
Baptismal cleansing scrubbed innate sin,
Bearing towards heaven straight and true,
Gate knock judged, response long overdue.
Rite contract signed infantly long ago,
Fine print list details on heavenly bestow,
Foggy mindscape conceals scripted word,
Mental tears swell, all focal points blurred.
Avalanche tumbles down mountains of doubt,
Distance is surveyed from my point to devout,
Panic stricken, I race to cover lost ground,
Palms falling feet later, mend holy gaps found.
Revelationary stitching shall not fray,
My spirit will rise from time created to pray,
Earthly goods expire on the date you die,
Hope my soul possession transcends an eternal cry.