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Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Each breath,
A kiss of fire
He breathed into me.

I was wavering
On the wave of life,
I was falling under.

Torn apart,
Skies ripped asunder.
Godless I was forsaken.

But into withered lungs
He brung rejuvenating air
To scare away Death &
His heir.

He held me here
Where the broken sky seared,
Awoke in his presence,
In Armageddon & I wasn't scared.

He held me high from grace
So I wouldn't fall.
Held me secure so I couldn't hear the Reapers call.

Lungs wide with
The light life of Air,
Break away but
Never not care.
The Sun still stares
Burning away already blistered skin.

Let go and escape from sin,
Spiral into Arrangements spin.
Armageddon long lost kin.
11th hour type Love.

— The End —