My Immortal Consequence
I want to go where saints and angels congregate.I want to touch the spiritual cloth of Heaven.
I want to gaze upon the eyes of True Love,
and be held by the hands that sculpted from dust.
I want to inhale the scent of untainted water,
and taste it's nourishing innocence.
I want to embrace the afterglow of my immortal consequence.
And I want to feel upon my brow healing gentle mercy.
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