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November 21st, 2015 - 03:56 AM
You are light, a city on a hill
a lamp in the dark
a breath of life, breathe..
His words go on, keen, strong
I, disbelieve, for all I read,know, eat is hate, dark deep
and
so much, is almost too Much too late..
He persists,as if His arm can
Trespass death, as if there is a hiding
in It’s Face, my name;
hey,I’ve spent a life, praying,
but how do I trespass hate
Where do I find love like that
that will skin its own need
But in the Light,
no shift or variation, no
Death- shade of dark, yet
Doubting is So easy,
untouchabiliity, so inherited, like graves..
..stark
..naked
Here,
Peace Is so distant, like light
Ah Lord God, but there is Still
Almost too much Sight,
As if no one
nothing is
too late;
The persistence of your love
is where I hide
….
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