When there is no joy
Your flower wilted
Unimportant things
An absence you feel
You are on the edge
Not of glory
Nor heaven
You are a sinner
An automated
Machine piloted
To exist for who?
Sighs the only real
Part of her left
Bleed from her eyes
Spill from her soul
Weep from her heart
Spare her life choices
Good led her to you
She is unwelcome
At the altar of
Forever because
She chose to drown
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