Post #4
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“If sin is not meant to be embraced,
then how can it still reach my own ribs
in its utmost-first place?” (PHASE. II)
AN ELEGY-BEARER: @Ascendancys.
Forsaken. Disowned. Does heaven mourn for what it has cast aside? It feels like the cathedral swallows up all my bewail-scream, while I remain with this sin shall be adorned with perdition. It consumed me to be ashes, unbeknownst to me, each finger I surrendered found its place upon the bars of Hell, as though every touch confessed another sins. It even almost feels like my solace has been stone-buried. Whereunto I once entrusted, and believing it would cradle me, it yielded naught but tears, leaving me to wander as the soul which outlived its own sepulchre. For what I sure shall be my salvation, they took root while I called it my redeemer.
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Telegram SERVIDOR. I am chosen, not forsaken. “If sin is not meant to be embraced,
then how can it still reach my own ribs
in its utmost-first place?” (PHASE. II)
AN ELEGY-BEARER: @Ascendancys.
Forsaken. Disowned. Does heaven mourn for what it has cast aside? It feels like the cathedral swallows up all my bewail-scream, while I remain with this sin shall be adorned with perdition. It consumed me to be ashes, unbeknownst to me, each finger I surrendered found its place upon the bars of Hell, as though every touch confessed another sins. It even almost feels like my solace has been stone-buried. Whereunto I once entrusted, and believing it would cradle me, it yielded naught but tears, leaving me to wander as the soul which outlived its own sepulchre. For what I sure shall be my salvation, they took root while I called it my redeemer.
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