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The Sweetest of All Every moment inside those seconds hurts, dont it.
walking in an endless field, with no road to pace the feet.
Slowyly kneeling to the majesty that is.
Like the ghost of the holy, you are everywhere.
i should of worshipped you,
my idoled eyes would not let idolize.
For i was god
and still am
and was god before you.
I fell like a streak of lighting.
i remembered pain.
i remembered aw
and then i remembered woe.
a panicked expression for the
the moments notice of
accurence that line those dots.
Heaven is not without you,
i know now,
pondering my void.
But i always knew
i know you did,
mustering all the patience
that love could.
