I am weak. The questions in my mind anchor the fear in my heart. I search for answers with closed eyes, yet I will struggle until my arms are open. Plea for guidance and I’ll beg for mercy. I am not without fault. I have grown to know this treacherous path and the traps of temptation. Lust bleeds through my vision. I am no stranger to these eyes. A spiritual attraction exceeds the physical form. The loss of what holds you down will ultimately be a lifting of self. To wake the living the same must be done to dead. Fear not the sound of trumpets, for true love awaits! My King is coming with a sword in His mouth, to gouge out your eyes and remove all doubt. A perfect image tarnished by the thoughts of man.
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