ABSOLUTION IS NOT THE SOLUTION
FOR A SOUL IN CRITICAL CONDITION
ANGELS FLAP THEIR FEATHERLY
WINGS IN HEAVEN
AND PEER DOWN
IN WONDERING EXClAMATION
THEIR EMOTIONS FLOW
LIKE HEAVENLY OCEANS
PASSION, WINE, AND HEARTS AGLOW
THE JOB AT HAND AFTER HIS SIXTH DAY
RIGHT AT THE CORE IS HIS ONLY WAY
THE MILES ARE TRUDGED
THROUGH WORLDS OF PAIN
THE LIGHT AT THE END
SHOWS HIS WORTHY GAIN
A SACRIFICE OF HIS OWN LIFE
IS NO LONGER A CHOICE
ESPECIALLY WHEN HE HEARS HER VOICE
THE DOMINOES TUMBLE
LIKE WHISPERING FIELDS OF WHEAT
ON A CRYSTAL PURPLE NIGHT
THE MOON WILL WIN THIS PRIMORDIAL FIGHT
BACK AND FORTH THE BATTLE RAGES
HIS HEART AND SOUL TRAPPED IN CAGES
A QUESTION POSED AS ANGELS LOSE THEIR GRIP
CAN HE HOLD ON THROUGH THIS LIFE LONG TRIP
AN ANSWER BESTOWED UPON HIMSELF
A PARTIAL SOUL EXPOSED
ON THIS MIND BENDING SKY BLUE MORNING
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