Your own will is from just being- A miracle occurs- When it is unattended- Uninhibited…without distraction- Glory! Glory! Your glory stricken with doubt- No longer has meaning! With a master I sit- Calm platter of discussion- A Rubicon is crossed with every word- Here, here he says- Drink this wine- It is my blood- This bread…yeah you know- Giveth the blood to receive- Eternal blessings in wheat and alcohol- I have chosen with certain the degree of my anger- The position of the fence I sit- He speaks of love, and I love him for it- But today I desire to hear the words of angst- Sitting closer to him- I’m closer to my pain- Pain…hungers for the tempest- Roughest of the skin, bleed me to another blessing- Bless me with the discussion of the heretic’s- The poison...you use your blood to cleanse- The poison...you use your blood to cleanse- The will I have, has poisoned me- Forgive me... For another life I have taken- Without doubt and regret-Birth sign: Libra
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