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A god that is yours

by Cayal 

Posted: 07 March 2009
Word Count: 59

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Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always silent, always a slave,
frozen here,

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my darkened soul.

A reflection on a lover's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before
this uncaring Heaven.

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