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May 25
if there be a poison within me
then bleed me out dry ‘til there’s not
I want to be pure of intention
I want to let go of the rot

if there be a motive within me
that pierces the hearts of my friends
I want to be broken forever
I want to be onto the mend

if there be a Philistine spirit
that wages its wars in my bones
I want to be shattered completely
I want to be fully alone

if there be a Sun made of Silence
Who welcomes Himself in my veins
I want to completely encounter
the sound of the prodigal’s Praise
“Ибо тленному сему надлежит облечься в нетление, и смертному сему облечься в бессмертие. Когда же тленное сие облечется в нетление и смертное сие облечется в бессмертие, тогда сбудется слово написанное: поглощена смерть победою.”
‭‭Первое послание к Коринфянам‬ ‭15:53-54‬ ‭
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
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