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Created on: November 23, 2009
My soul is almost pure
Though it doesn't feel so
The laws of mortals
Have never applied there
My name is Amazing Grace
Mother a demon, beautiful
Father, angel out of favor
Gabriel my constant protector
Curiosity has gotten me here
I wanted to be human
Exquisite pain I cannot stand
Complexities like the stars
Emotions that run rampant
I've forgotten His face
Ears cannot hear His voice
I dream of spreading my wings
Feeling the muscles stretch
Tense, send me soaring
Only when I wake I know
This body has none
Here, I'm tiny, inconsequential
I am the Keeper of Knowledge
Except I can't remember
How to get back to the Stairs
That a Servant started down
And a Human emerged from
I'm confused and lost
I've forgotten how to pray
Learning how to love
The same as wrenching pain
My golden halo long gone
Crumbled in the filthy streets
Winding through these lifetimes
Twenty-six I've counted
One second in Eternity
The songs I've lovingly written
To flow through Men's veins
Have all but disappeared
But I hardly age, never die
I needed to know the human heart
Though He forbade it
I, under The All Seeing Eye
Formed an alliance with my Brother
The Enemy, Sweetest Liar
My vain beloved, Lucifer
I wander endlessly in Purgatory
Dually hounded and protected
Alternately serene and full of rage
For I am being indulged
And also horribly punished
Watching the beauty of this World
Self destruct in ill used hands
While He turns half a blind eye
Since we have lost the Words of Worship
I desire to be near Him
Yet languish in the Deadly Sins
My Brother is strong, persuasive
The pure soul easily corruptable
Home has no misery
I have no defense to pain
Willpower untested by temptation
Weaker for having been here
Name unfitting, Amazing Grace
I've lived only by mortal law
Lately He's let me know
Time for my decision is looming near
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