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i pray dear god the end is near,
cleanse my sins with enemies tears,

a fatal dose, a cynical sip,
i found my edge, life's eroding my cliff

as i reach for the stars to scale new heights,
i come neck to blade with the grim reapers scythe

razor blade tipsy on crimson concoctions,
i'm moved with the wind the world is a mosh pit
because why not
in the presence of her love, the sun must ignite,
arising, he greets her from now receding night
where the beauty of the stars, blanketed her face
her aspect enshrouded by an image of delight

her arms spread wide like the wings of an eagle,
to hold and protect me from oncoming evils,
engulfed in her compassion, i boast no equal,
as a rose is among flowers she is among people,

you cannot fathom, her love which measures,
from cosmo to cosmo as high as the heavens,
even more so when we are together,
for time with her is timeless but time apart is forever

we are now one, our love not soon destraught,
we are love personified, which we have saught,
and if my heart be searched each and every part
what one is to find is another beating heart

the shade of the oak, where our names embossed
the light of the sun, which is guiding the lost,

and though my senses be strengthened by our immortal cause,
the sweetest sound remains the beat of her loving heart
Had a dream aged 17, complete darkness and myself and a mystery girl sitting at opposite ends of an oak tree, communicating exclusively with emotion, if there was commentary, i assume this would be it

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