let
some solace
come
from the fire
and brimstone
rampant
in my soul.
let
a soft and gentle
lyre
transform
the black clouds
permeating
my mind
with condemnation
and gloom.
let
the rivers
bursting
the banks
of my heart
subside
and flow
gently
towards a tranquil
ocean.
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