from the depths:
of my soul.
Ye though I stand alone,
I was not always a solitary creature.
The knowledge gained will teach them- for they know not.
Every moment is precious.
Write your blessings on your clocks.
Caress the ephemeral with minute hands.
There will never be another second exactly
like this
one.
I say I love you
before goodbye,
any other last words would be regretted.
Kiss me before you walk out the door.
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to...
Many would've grown bitter.
I've grown invincible.
I love you, all.
We, all, fall short.
Doing so does not distance us from God.
A moment of silence:
for all those lost.
I hope to find a way
to ensure that your dreams carry-on.
Even if its means on my shoulders.
I will take your luggage to the cross.
Christ was crucified alongside criminals.
You can't tell them they were wrong.
When they're just tryna make things right
for their wife and their daughter.
For the fathers, who art in heaven.
Tomorrow is never promised.
Not everyone has the opportunity.
I am trying to make things possible.
Though my chances may be slimmer
than those dying of starvation.
I will prepare a feast at my table.
And set places for the paupers.
You don't have to take your shoes off.
I want my house to be covered in dirty footprints.
That way the walls will be covered in fond memories.
I remember them,
so fondly.
I returned home from war
to fight for freedom.
Equality.
And Justice.
For all.
Soft songs of the southern sun.
Bittersweet withdrawal.

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