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| Charles Natoire’s “The Awakening of Venus” or “Le Reveille de Venus” 1741. |
do not harm you...
If I go then too
I disarm you.
You suggest silence '
'bout you I talk.
Death's urgence
pushes my clock.
Slaying my body,
hurting my soul
I become dodgy
my guilt to scroll
I have nor the hope,
neither courage,
I didn't see you, nope,
time is damage.
If you're missing,
Life equals grave
being half, I'm hissing
live in a cave.
Here how I 'm standing,
I still wonder,
the tax is pending,
hit by a thunder.
You call me a sinner,
but it was sealed
sacrifice you to offer
me to be healed.
