words come into a living flesh and set the worse
into a pleasing infinity of harmony; as it pivot the
bewildered soul to live beyond the limbo of inferno
sphere
seat my throne with wild fire and shower the rainbow
of your miles away, where my heart that is fall of
weaknesses haul my style apart a distance from the
shinning shield of your star
make my heart be true, not as dictator of my look,
and shame; the mock of the tree that branches with
rotten fruit to fed, eat and swallow the dead with in
the hunger soul of your rejection
let every dropp of a broken blood cleanse my soul,
weightlessly sock my immortal self be the purest
poison of your forgiveness, be true and fitting in your
sight as i pray
wash thy precious blood, oh! the mighty One, suite
me to fit and let my treasure be the humble beginning
of your stay in my everlasting soul, show me the way
where, my heart unceasingly waited to be free
lead me the cycle of my limit, and conquer my tainted
being to live in your way forever dear....... God
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