QuestionA Poem by getinthecarpleaseBold sits the warming breeze in some stasis I wish to be a part of them, I want all of me Pondering across the crowded pew Atop the shrine in all his bloodied glory I wish to see, I wish to be One with my sentience Where shall the mortals scurry to... When the opus will conclude? To another scared plan Cold in a pity of winds carrying thought and sin To a chapel hall and beside them the iron Looking passed the shrouded view Of colored glass saints and lords I wish to capture the beams casting down on my life I wish to see the knife carving in my mind Craving some kind of charity Crying for the clarity he knows he'll never find Where shall my worries scurry to... When all the verses come true? To some other sacred man
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