BEAUTY IN FRUITS OF TIME.

In her, I find solace.
In her, the beauty sustains.
When I died in sin.
Her vessel lifted me.

I have gone astray again.
Eating the forbidden fruits.
What a sweet bitter experience!
A million tears; cried I.
Thy beauty, I revolt nay.
The beginning of thy Sapientia.
An affiliation from the root of ashes.
Gbam bam, Gbam bam.
Comes the sound.
The cacophony, I didn’t understand.
Yet, fear eloped me.
Thy vessels of my being.
Left me desolate.
I nearly danced into the night.
My mother was thy weapon.
I called on the most faithful.
That was undefiled.
And my justice was restored.
In soul and beauty; My honour bows.
Genuflecting in the prudence of soul.
Thy naked soul of dirt.
Even at that.
I was purified.

It is you, that I greet Oh…! queen.
On thy birthed existence.
I salute you.
I have nothing to offer thee.
But of thy words, that I have spoken of thee.
I remain thy humble servant.

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