Poetry

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Stretch forth thy hand, My Child
Forsake thy clan for I am with thee
Adhere My Beloved, Prithee
Honey, dost these scarlet fluid seem
Yet thou shalt be cast down into the sweltering fissure!
If ye should durst partake but a mere drop

Hearken unto Me, My Beloved
For in My Palace shall I shew thee
Mine unfailing pure ubiquitous love
My Child, oh how I love and adore thee!
Forsake thy self, Come Prithee
Come take rest in Me
Take joy in My warmth embrace
For thy sorrows and pain shalt be ebbed

This bliss I bequeath to thee freely
And yet ye chose thy cursed land!
Thy covetous wishes
Each one a fresh burning strip
On Mine unadorned back

This land thou shalt rejoice
With things ye never grew
For this land ye shall love more than Me
Thy heart entrenched deep into its abysmal crux
Fullsome in illusions this land may be
Befriending thou I see
Canst thou tell Me what this land whispers?
‘Come be eaten...
Come be deformed....
Come be tormented...
Come be in bondage...
Come be filled with everlasting grieve...’
Its only true enchantment

For when thine time has come
Ye shalt stand before Me
Mine Last Words shall they linger with ye
In thy infernal haven
My Last Words shall they reiterate ceaselessly
In thy imprudent ears
My Beloved, ye are no more
My Child, ye are no more
For I Never Knew Thee

-Leah

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