Take me from thy string that latch me dry. I am one with the earth as I of it.
So here I am waiting for the moment,You lift me from thy burdens and take me from my scars. Not a flower to bloom, blossom with out. Waiting for that moment because I am yours as you are myn. Through my touch and speech you will feel my love and there it will set you free. My lungs grow wherry as my mind goes dark. Yet that spark in the sky appears to be falling. As I to be a falling star, as we all know to burn out.
So push me back in that orbit and make me thrive with fire that glows within. Love me not for I am sin. You to be an angle flap your wings and make me breath.
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And behold, I too am sin and I would kill or die for an angel to make me breath. You rock, man. Awesome.
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