• twaritamahato 17w

    The way he dives into my eyes and calms the surging waves..
    ...the way he brings peace to all of my wars..
    The way he makes me drop my sword ...
    The way his presence in me ...threatens my soul from being a sinner..
    The threat to be slaughtered by his sword ...
    The threat to loose him in the war...
    The urge to accept all my crimes...
    ...and bow at the shrine of his lies

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