it comes
The spirit
of love

It serenely washes over me
permeating in my cells
It collects my missing pieces
My weariness, it does expel
Waves of faith and hope and sex
are crashing on my shore
Divinity in pain and death
No more reason to abhor

My lips
Let us dance
for truth

Come forth
Guide the lost
Make clear
Come forth
Draw near
Save the damned
Fuck fear
Come on!
Be here!
Stand strong

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