Angel Poem by Mysterious Slim Lecture

Still I have this fear.
Tell me it's not it that I hear.
Allow me to be near
So this can all be clear.

Thine provides me with brightness
Which still removes my dumbness.
Is it because thine is spotless?
That makes me to negatives be speechless.


Please let the truth not to fold.
Allow it to be bold.
Because it will never go old
Just like studs of gold.

Still I can't let go
If it takes it then I'll bow.