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bgremaud24

5 days ago

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A sky darkened by arrows,

the judgment for my deeds,

Every sin of mine.

My own arrows,

Missing the mark they now fall

back down upon my soul.

No escape,

My hands clutch the earth,

Inevitability.

My destruction,

By my own doing.

Thud, thud, thud,

Thunderous thudding,

I breathe in,

but how?

Am I still whole?

The heart of God,

Above me, before me, beside me, behind me.

A feathery bouquet of my arrows,

Have pierced the heart of God.

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