o3 Shawna L.
Its which I see that lacks, that thyne eye decieve.
The pure beauty of the spirit when it is redeemed.
"Thalt look away that light shines so bright,
and only to care to look at night."
It is but the death of body that leads us to many.
That have tale-tells of lasting breath.
Of hatred and war, and all that is petty.
Until thyne soul is weak to even regret.
Lo! I whisper to thee, speak quickly and love greatly.
It is the time when the stars are right.
For the horns blow I hear, so faintly.
And the justification is light!
Wipe the filth away from thy wears,take off thy robe.
For ye enter here, unclothed.
This is thy Fathers Kingdom, all who will let roam.
And find true peace here, where you are at home.
For this is just a meeting, we have met before.
And will again, and embrace once more.
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