surrender.
Your chord, like a choiceless choice.
A Void I cannot empty
a needle I cannot thread.
with all your holy works,
I fumble.
I bow my head
but I am still thinking
"when will this bowing end?"
I only want to Be You, God
I only want to forget this secular sentience and Be Your LIGHT
I only want the gates of hell
to wear your perfume
one night
THEN. They will surrender.
WE ALL WILL
Your Beloved
I Love You I Love You
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