Writing is oxygen for the brain
A gift god has given the fallen
That have cherished his children
Far too long
The merciless surrender
For sorrow filled
Sorrow less souls
That god imparted his DNA upon
To give some hope in storms
The unquencable fire
Which burns with desire of passion
An expression
To let all of the cosmic's prisoners know
That freedom lays ever present
In the forms of love
Granted and bestowed upon them
By their creator.
A gift god has given the fallen
That have cherished his children
Far too long
The merciless surrender
For sorrow filled
Sorrow less souls
That god imparted his DNA upon
To give some hope in storms
The unquencable fire
Which burns with desire of passion
An expression
To let all of the cosmic's prisoners know
That freedom lays ever present
In the forms of love
Granted and bestowed upon them
By their creator.
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