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Beautiful if a Little Dazed
I had forgotten the exquisite beauty of my eyes.
I had forgotten as of the tenth how glorious and godly.
When Im angry its like a tidal wave of divine fury.
When I stand in front of the mirror, the earth trembles, because there is no room for two of me.
The Iron God stands, cold and beautiful,
Like a shining black Elohim.
And Trees are better off without steelshod soil anyway.
I had forgotten as of the tenth how glorious and godly.
When Im angry its like a tidal wave of divine fury.
When I stand in front of the mirror, the earth trembles, because there is no room for two of me.
The Iron God stands, cold and beautiful,
Like a shining black Elohim.
And Trees are better off without steelshod soil anyway.
Published 22nd Aug 2017
| Edited 23rd Aug 2017
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