Sweet sense

Spirits of dark

Trying to control

Trying to break through

Not me

Not my soul

God will triumph

Over these worms

Parasites of decay

Fraud and disease..

But

Oh hopeful son

The love of one

Beauty of old

Forever young

Dancing in cedars of silk

Soft and clean

The scent of pure flowers

Ascending like a beam

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