i pray...
with all that i can surrender...
with all that i can offer up...
please save him....
free him of the dire illness....
i cannot help but wince at his pain...
please please please hear me cry out unto Thee...
although i am but a slave...a servant...unworthy..
i know You can hear me...
My Lord.
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Dark for fear of failing..synapse as wide as an eye..roiling hate..death grippin my veins..unveiling rancid petals..flowering forth foul nectar..space between a blink and a tear..Death Blooms.
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