Aiden Francois

Out Of Salvations Grasp

You can feel the silence.
Taste the darkness of your own mind
“Jesus help me…” you call out.
“I’ve gone too far.”
You’re past the pretense of salvation.

You’ve reached the point where any voice sounds like redemption.
Even the gravelly lustful voice of the fallen angel
He’s always sung the sweetest song to lost ears.

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