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Her, Rising "But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31 My feet still, held gravity pulls, I'm still on the ground Your wings addorsed I stand, faithful to the King of the Skies You are the messenger of Highest Gods you represent all I wish to be *courage     power         strength* My face torn, masks unearthed ripped & savaged I'm The Scream Munch painting art alluded expressionism Oils, pastels, crayon sink into my skin as claws rip flesh away from my bone I am the Fallen you are the Rising I am your Canvas you are my Artist. © Sia Jane
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Her, Rising
Her, Rising "But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Isaiah 40:31 My feet still, held gravity pulls, I'm still on the ground Your wings addorsed I stand, faithful to the King of the Skies You are the messenger of Highest Gods you represent all I wish to be *courage     power         strength* My face torn, masks unearthed ripped & savaged I'm The Scream Munch painting art alluded expressionism Oils, pastels, crayon sink into my skin as claws rip flesh away from my bone I am the Fallen you are the Rising I am your Canvas you are my Artist. © Sia Jane
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
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