Void

by vanillasky   Jan 21, 2008


Isolated, melting thoughts and fears,
At boiling point, cleansing the womb.
Thoughts bleed into emotional tears,
Tears into nothing,enlightened by doom.

Consider for a moment,a poison that heals,
A Christ who reveals damnation is due,
Words in waveforms, as symbols to keys,
The life in poison as the Christ in you.

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