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[Written after my mother told me about an apocalyptic dream she had.]
Chapters
A little crack through the mask
everytime I catch your image
it's sudden and distant
and so far away
you slip through my fingers like water
predictable
fleeting like my
shadow
child of the ages, child of man
rest in my arms and
let this all come to pass
it's something like the Will of G-d
something like the fall of man
it's something you've never seen before
and something
you will never see again
because the life you have
I let you borrow
oh, my child, I never promised you
tomorrow
Tears like the end
a small, blinding light
your virgin is crying and
the gates are open
take shelter in me
I am steadfast, I will never forsake you
running in terror
is not something I would do
lost in your thoughts, pursuing the end
fight for the chance
to live again
Let the rays of light
pour over you
through the endless night
let the choir of heaven
fill your blood
the storm is gathering and
it's bringing you more than rain
a note drawn up in the clouds
to prepare you for the pain
A little ripple in time
everytime I catch your message
it's sudden and black
and overwhelming
peace slips through my fingers like blood
quiet
silent as if
never there