O Lord, the pain of hurting you
Of thrusting the lance deep within
And with each breath another burst
Yet I collapse gasping for more
Nothing is gained by crossing you
And still my being craves for sin
Whose side effect lies in the hearse
And morphs the soul into a sore
Why do I keep forsaking you?
How does you patience not wear thin?
For you and you alone I thirst
Please I pray to not be a bore
For contrite heart, I'll forgive you.
For in my love which lives herein
Lies everything you've ever searched
For this I've let myself get tore
All I want is to dwell with you
Eternally, you as my kin
Because each of you was cursed
I died, forgetting all sins lore
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2024 02:05
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Comments3
Powerful work.
Thanks
Powerful write
Thanks
You're welcome
You can feel the sentiment in every word, good read
Thank you!
You are very welcome
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