Like a fish caught in a net – shocked and resistant, as yanked from its depths.
Like a bird shot from the sky, as it falls to the earth – refusing to die.
Why the f— was I sent to him?!!
Why does my compass orient on his direction as if he’s the sun itself, leading me onward with renewed – yet, undefined – sense of purpose?
He has chosen another. His path is set before him, which can be seen so clearly.
Everything’s in place for him to ascend to Heaven, as he leads others to its guilded doors – without conquering.
Why, Angels…?
Why did you breathe within me such Awakening – so that once more, my passion’s consuming desire can only be left unrequieted?
Spare me your paltry, time-worn explanations.
Give me a reason that leads me to a Real sense of Redemption!
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