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Eternity At Rest

I am Me with a palm full of Everlasting Roses in one hand, and my heart raging with passion in the other.

Me am I without a shred of Grace and an ounce of Mercy, leading a path of chained frustration and searing sorrow.

He is I who cries for the pain of those ever close to my beating heart, never a second glance at their own faults but to their blessings.

Me is He that is shone as a portrait of a fearful eye that showers the world with regret, all faults and sins are visible to me.

Who am I that would release thy own chains of the eyes and ears of the world to be set free to the heavens.

Why am I He that would be constraint by the hands and teeth of those who wish ill upon my head and knife upon my chest.
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