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Were that we, were not cast adrift.
Our mortal souls
spinning wildly out of control
With the faintest hope
carried only
by the faithful
Given, a gift
to the undeserving,
whose sacrifice
To save the unworthy,
will allow us.
Those willing,
struggle
to find our way back
Within ourselves.
Tracing back person by person
Backtrack to Creation.
From the love.
One love
Lost amidst
the Corruption.
Of those
whose souls
have sold out
…their
children’s futures.
In battles playing out among us
in stardust…
Written in the script…
our space inside the hourglass.
Time capsules…
On the eternal battlefields
Of good and evil
…when instantaneous recognition
Isn’t available… for discernment
how we yearn to know its truth
Except decaying worm bitten flesh…
From which the spirit seed
has grown, anew.
Further from Hell
Than Satan has ever
known
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