A Untitled Poem
Sometimes I wish the sky would open up and Ragnarok would begin.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't bathed in sin.
I feel like there is not light.
I feel like I'm alone in the world.
But I see a flicker of light through all the filth.
But I see a clean and pure sight.
She comes to me from the light.
She comes to me and unravels my soul.
The strings are on the floor.
The strings are woven into a beautiful tapestry.
From the darkness comes light.
From the darkness comes hope.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't bathed in sin.
I feel like there is not light.
I feel like I'm alone in the world.
But I see a flicker of light through all the filth.
But I see a clean and pure sight.
She comes to me from the light.
She comes to me and unravels my soul.
The strings are on the floor.
The strings are woven into a beautiful tapestry.
From the darkness comes light.
From the darkness comes hope.
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