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Mar 2019
Eerie psalms ***** a trill down my neck
Words are absent but the definition is lucid  
My body is hypnotized to follow the call
But my mind is a statue to the manipulation

Until I hear the harp of an angel
conjoined with the choir of sirens
The like of which has never touched Earth
blanketing my ear with its ******* song

All that I have lived does not compare
And I would end it all or begin a new
just to hear this harp forever in time
The harp that has given me new life

It speaks to me for I appreciate it's mastery
I do not resist for it only wishes good
And it continues to play with only one request
I must invite myself into the cave
-Narrator

Poetic entry number 1 of my project "Oh! In the Cave there's Comedy"
Written by
Nathaniel  22/M/US
(22/M/US)   
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