Invisible Openings
To solidified reckonings
What we're becoming
Is slowly tearing us apart
Faith or the rapture
Or something there after
We find ourselves losing the lost
Blessed we may be
But endowments we'll never see
The possessed reckon we'll see the end
Inevitable bearings
And illusive staring
Breaking us down to memories
Memories of Him
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