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Apr 2010
the Savior cometh
o lonely one
beneath the vast emptiness of the enduring silence
i seek thee
i yearn your name
to the East
where you return
amidst the red sky of fire
with its piercing strikes of white light
and thunderous echoes
and drones of voices falling to Easeful death
you return
and
you too
shall seek me,
your lost bride.
Written by
angele deazul
561
     Gabriel and D Conors
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