Standing Straight in his view
prose of so-thought divine love
reacted the confined
and brought him below, from above.
Released, was he soon
into a fast blackness untold.
Revealed, was he then
the scene always doubted and old.
Shrieking to the Devil,
He whimpers out a bloody cry.
Insides burst unto her-
finally, his heart would not try.
-Isabel Aanya Leigh
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