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the-red-scriptures — love is a lie, it is all dying
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I don't cry for you every night, noI cry for what you aren't I cry for what you will never be
I cry for what you seem to believe you will never reach.
It is not just you I look to save. It is in you I believe, my truth lies.
May I relive in the darkness, allow a glimpse for me,
For what I leave, for what I am soon to see.
Yes there is an underground desirous river, it runs dry as of recently
but it is everflowing with what is still in it. What is still in it but the ravenous need,
for a quenching love, an answering truth, a path humble;
growing as it's due.
A path from me to you, never has a soul felt this desire within be more clearly through.
May God never allow this to end; the rebellious intelligence of youth
and wimpering cries of familiar pain.
May God never allow us to forget neither the intricate weaving nor its unbeknownst methods of reveal.
