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May 2022
In voiceless rays from the ages of light
with solemnity enchanted

it is bequeathed at vespers and hallow
Blessed God does not punish
by not giving seekers their burning desires

in true punishment
God gives it all but not the souls or time
to behold claim and enjoy them

God in his mercy has given me all this time
to see in crystal rays all my gifts

whilst foes and naysayers have little or less time
and neither the eyes or souls
to embrace and enjoy the promises real within

for dusted in darkness an fears
they are left with all the time they dimly want
to squirm rage bristle and hate
HE they want to be but can never ever be

God has given them all the time
because they have neither the minds souls or eyes
to know or truly enjoy themselves

they have the gift of time to hate themselves
through me
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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