Bashar al assad

The tension of a presence 

every time you enter a room

i enter a room

how much more must I endure

invisible lines- connections- wires between heads

take me seriously

love me

eat

white hot

seared flesh

the grand sum

my love

my expansive love

that runs forever right up to the end of things

then stops

right when I want it to

such control

accuracy

modesty

truly touched by god

an ally of god

for glory

gods glory 

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