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When soul light dies and gutters,
hope and love extinguished,
robbed from all the years, the months, the days.
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Finally swallowed unto the pit,
consumed by darkness, devils : where the light is foul,
the eyes evil, and skies cursed by pentangles
- that would burn both eye and mind.
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I cry and sob but shallow breath crushes me further into despair,
ashen soul, weary, lifeless, awaiting the relief of final gasp.
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Where is salvation? I can see no light to lift me from this doom,
no love to warm me, no dearest to hold me.
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I call one final time, a bid uncertain,
a rescue and resuscitation so needed.
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Like the breath of God, pulled into the light!
Mind assuaged by vibrant butterflies marked out in neon,
humming birds dance - a spectacle for heart and soul.
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Once more inhaling life and exhaling tears,
a catharsis of a dying man pulled back from the brink :
in the blink of an eye - that which splits the world of dark from light.
The heat of soul needs friends and angels, not devils and darkness, think on that....
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by a soul reclaimed.
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