My libertine supreme
that's what you are.
And with my love comes my anguish and my grief.
And with my pain comes my hope and my faith.
What good is this?
You'd given me the power to find my wings.
Now you're ripping out the feathers.
Grounding me. Grappling me.
This heart is so big I just want love and to be loved.
Screaming as you pluck them one by one or often times by the tuft.
As you sing aloud "GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH!"
His truth is marching on.......me that is.
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