My Saving Grace
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My silence is my saving grace, bled of open wounds these many secrets I’ve lost. Sired of indifference in an age of immorality, I am sancted to unnerve a wayward peace in the face of the many-headed devil; hence perched upon our hearts for an unknown eternity.
What clarity suffers under my oppression, and what glory’s lost? As feelings drowned amid our sun, and so far down the gloom has wounded. Which of thine hath evil frenzied and thrice slayed for thine rebellion?
Forlorn our moon, entombs the hollow night. Within your angels’ blind progression further underground and hither becomes, our demons. Where passed upon thither is mine, this can of Hell’s dominion.
Transcendence
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Hearken to me sweet lullaby…graded to the pavement my vicious needs. Grace has turned its cupid dull, a passionless envy streams abandoned. A circle of Everest sews my spirit, harboring on my endurance and a greater dignity.
With thus I’m transcended, bent on discovering my temptation. And swaying upon the wind I’ve soared Earth’s end, landing herein its awning wound the frost of ages.
World’s Remembered
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Cast her devil’s willing grasp, snuck upon this land afire. One no longer counts the seasons brought upon an evil’s boldness; startled by our open arms in these times of sin, so soon the kind word is precious.
And sung is levity broadened as heaven’s moat therein is caved.
Founded hence this pitted plain; where an old sun goes to rest. Settling in this world its’ final breath.
