And so niave I was to have basked in the glow of Divine.
Oh heaven's divine be thy grace and humility.
Angels so pure and wholesome,I perish the thought.
Only so quick to judge and throw me from Grace.
So dizzy and confused and.....empty.
Fallen from Grace.
Cold,beaten,defeated,and broken.
Lost into a pool of blood and sorrow.
Privelage be thy curse and innocence be thy mystery.
So much for a heart of purity.....smashed,ruined.
A clear,concious mind.....destroyed,poisoned.
A clean,peaceful soul.......Tarnished adn putrified.
Paralyzed with fear and pain and devastation.
Grace.....a laughable thought.
Ha Ha Ha!
I laugh at pure Divine love!
It does not exsist.
Hell...awakened and alive....but not by choice
The Ol' Typewriter [The Right Place To Write]
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