Your Love

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Around , all around , the shadows gather
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul
It wounds me , and my essence drips to the wicked earth that is an angel's prison
In numbness I cry out "why?!"
While the reaper takes me hand
Now alone , my supplication falls upon blind eyes

This is your love.

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