Stream of Thought

Tragedy

I tried, Lord.

You saw me reach.

I ripped open the veil and awoke.

But, he kept going…

And others interfered with the deer.

Then, they blamed him for being the one who slew.

He was Good – had done no wrong.

And all I could do was “see” when it was happening.

I was prevented from saving him.

I could only preserve and nourish the remnants.

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