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The heart it yearns,

The soul it cleanses,

Love it burns,

The senses.

Find it here,

Flaunt it there,

We are we're,

A kind of pair.

Hitched like a lock,

A coo coos clock,

And beating , like the seasons,

Of morning times reasons.

Forwards, backboards, tick and tock

The hammer pounds upon the rock.

To break its strength and solid pride,

For seldom will the stone to cry,

It sits. Alone upon the earth,

Like the dead and dumb whom born at birth.

Couldn’t love or blink an eye,

As idled in the womb with time.

Born of death and soulless still,

The unborn heart gives up its will.

As God above keeps his voice.

As if mankind had the choice.

His silence finally breaks the dawn,

As an angels voice repeats the song.

For if in heaven, you shall seek.

You’ll finally hear the lord to speak.

For if upon the fire of hell,

The devil in his rage will tell.

That those that float eternally.

Will keep their soul so assuredly.