there is an eternal place that one had over her children when they were lost. and had nothing to eat. or nothing to see. She kept the children fed, and the world nourished them, and her saving hand was made for one of the children to whom she would marry one day and bare thier children that saved the last of His time given to us within this time. i was lost, and now i am free. from the escape that i had seeked. once and twice and now a third time. that had appeared before the wind's time could begin again, and the stars gave thier light and the day gave Her light. for the sun is now anew. a last walk down the street and corner of my soul. i have been bought and sold from this day that is almost over the bridge over waters that blackened the stars to thier night, and for the first time a Prophet had married a whore.
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