It's passing
This moment in question
Fatal and fearful
Lest ye shall mention
Reverberate lies
And talks about nothing
Evidence is wise
Yet, decievingly trusting
It's he with whom my intentions lie
A firm grip
On borrowed time
he's got my back,
I am so non deserving
A meritous window position
For me to take hold of,
Messiach intention.
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