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[kyrasantae]

Left to wait my turn in never-ending grief
To un-comfort pale faces an unoccupied seat.
This turn will never come.
This place will never come.

In the den of knowledge only the water wakes,
Extinguishing the fires that ever passion makes,
And to the highest nature only sorrow shakes,
Where faithful prayers to heaven receive no grace.

Does it still matter where you're meant to be?
You give to take heart, and I give to wait,
Left aside for some un-sacred blessing.
What cursed this frail life? What cursed your frail sight?
Has love nothing to do with it?
Has the last hope of hopes nothing to do with it?
Are there no answers here?

And if twice gone, and twice have gone in vain,
Theiyonus, the betrayer, has betrayed me once again.

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Just one chance
Is all it takes
To part with proof
Of something more
Than sing-alongs
Of death-filled days
But a spirit
Opens blind eyes
Opens deaf ears
Opens sealed lips
Proof of the first
Communion
The beginning
Of the ending
To tow'ring walls
Now becoming
Salvation