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Angel of Grace 5/3/05
In the depths of my soul lies a sleeping giant
waiting to be awakened by the bright moonlight,
strolling along the highways and bi-ways until the end of my days;
Keeping clamps on the dormant beast
that wants to sharpen it's teeth
to easily devour large quantities of meat.
Repeating daily rituals summoning 1,000 souls,
gathering to spiritually control the beast energizing my Soul;
She fights vigorously to get out of her mental restraints,
but physical force is thrown right back
so she devises another tact;
jumps into a comma abyss,
where her strength is always spent,
physical deteriorates rapidly
red and white cells rupture savagely;
Instantly my 1,000 souls work rigorously
to bring her back from her constant fall into shadows,
wind drys out her eyes
no longer able to let out cries of tears,
no more living locked in fear,
trapped inside a righteous vessel
One of my spirits,
known as Ghanghis Khan,
grabs her by the hair
stopping her never ending descent;
She attempts to break free
using strength from the bowels of her belly;
However it is to no avail, she fails;
As my physical regains its structure,
I hear her breathing beneath stiff muscles;
She no longer longs for release,
instead she has embraced her fate as an Angel of Grace;
waiting to be awakened by the bright moonlight,
strolling along the highways and bi-ways until the end of my days;
Keeping clamps on the dormant beast
that wants to sharpen it's teeth
to easily devour large quantities of meat.
Repeating daily rituals summoning 1,000 souls,
gathering to spiritually control the beast energizing my Soul;
She fights vigorously to get out of her mental restraints,
but physical force is thrown right back
so she devises another tact;
jumps into a comma abyss,
where her strength is always spent,
physical deteriorates rapidly
red and white cells rupture savagely;
Instantly my 1,000 souls work rigorously
to bring her back from her constant fall into shadows,
wind drys out her eyes
no longer able to let out cries of tears,
no more living locked in fear,
trapped inside a righteous vessel
One of my spirits,
known as Ghanghis Khan,
grabs her by the hair
stopping her never ending descent;
She attempts to break free
using strength from the bowels of her belly;
However it is to no avail, she fails;
As my physical regains its structure,
I hear her breathing beneath stiff muscles;
She no longer longs for release,
instead she has embraced her fate as an Angel of Grace;
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Angel of Grace 5/3/05
Angel of Grace 5/3/05
