Dark, as the charcoal night
Empty, like a pipes chamber
The splendor of the living one
Hovering above this earthly fog
Beauty unequivocal.
Here lies the bearing heart
The spring of the faithful
The secret well of my solitude
When I drink, I am quenched
When I drink, my soul is redeemed
Lord jesus thank you
For your rights of passage
In this young disciple
Who would bear hellfire
And damnnation
To elevate your kingdom
- Matthew
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