All hail Love as we tear her down
To where every longing is what
Thinking not whilst our lives were cut
Severed as a new babe that is shorn from it's cord defenseless it weeps as air stings lungs
By the same Love that only Love can afford
'Round your drowning neck
Oft I do tend to picture life
As that which binds me tight in fetters
Curtailing Love with marked strife
Choosing to crawl with slavish stride
We make ourselves as soul shaped letters
Laying as words spelt to deride
Reading away from me Lord
Of sought found umbra I stored
The gravest heart of my sin
The shit I once had abhorred
I'm as dirt as cleft dross
Freedom's glory-holed cross
Was it Hope that we nailed
Down the road see it as it ends
At some point in our time
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