“What is it that makes you flabbergasted, my dear mortal? This isn’t for the first time you’ve been throttled by the fear of demise” says the death angel while ripping apart my bones.
“Why am I still remain, to you, unknown after you’ve witnessed my imprints on departing those, beside whom you cry and mourn.” Asks he further when unwinds my soul’s delicate threads.
“How you’re oblivion to the end of your existence when it’s been promised before you know what life means.” With the final words uttered, he lifts up my spirit while I throw last glance of goodbye to the world.
Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark
I stand with a humble heart searching Seeking the name and the power There is in the glory of Jesus My Savior, my Father adoring Everything that is from you, Lord Jesus I believe and I trust you my Savior
Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where