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Kitti
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A place for me to write, or place art, though it's very likely that it will only seldom be updated with new things.
They come to me with their questions,
Those earnest eyes afire with biblical blaze.
I know that he wants a simple answer to his query
"Do you believe in your savior?"
More than anything.
My deliverance did not come in the form of religion;
It was six feet tall, with black hair
And a painful cocaine addiction.
True, the catalyst of my rebirth was love
But there's nothing ethereal
About a teenage drug addict.
At a time when I was too weak to stand on my own,
The hand that lifted me was bathed in tears and sin.
This is my truth.
Those earnest eyes afire with biblical blaze.
I know that he wants a simple answer to his query
"Do you believe in your savior?"
More than anything.
My deliverance did not come in the form of religion;
It was six feet tall, with black hair
And a painful cocaine addiction.
True, the catalyst of my rebirth was love
But there's nothing ethereal
About a teenage drug addict.
At a time when I was too weak to stand on my own,
The hand that lifted me was bathed in tears and sin.
This is my truth.
Incandescent light,
Luminescent glory,
I beg you, bathe me
In a sea of your
Shining silver blood.
Coat me in dark night
Wash me with moonbeams
Let the stars watch me
As I breathe the sky's
Pale radiance
Luminescent glory,
I beg you, bathe me
In a sea of your
Shining silver blood.
Coat me in dark night
Wash me with moonbeams
Let the stars watch me
As I breathe the sky's
Pale radiance