A PROPHECY'S COST
Had I known the aftermath- I would have rebuked the spirit to have me seeking too soon. I would have rebuked.
All due to the fruits I sat to sew and the dues for the wisdom I was bestowed. This is cruel. Had I known the angst I would have rebuked.
As I'm being pruned the dues feel aloof. You still bask in your ruins. Both of us doomed, what do we call this magnitude?
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POETRY
PoetryLETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.
