eventual pleasures

 

If this be my last draw, may you be the sharp-shooter in guiding the senses, and that in a combined effort your divine will take it’s final course.

 

The very thoughts of you overcomes my spirit, and I give very little feelings to any fear,

 

I have been tasting the events, but your the timekeeper of all successions,

prepare the corridor for such eventual pleasures I will not let go by,

 

My grief is that you concede me, one of the deepest yearns,

 

Never have I surrendered being your witness, this much we’re aware,

 

Oh, Almighty Divine God of heavens,

Jehovah (YHWH)...prepare and cast the long awaited scene in your enemies allotted time,

 

Your choices in subject matter...shakes foundations, move mountains, the conspirator in it’s last death strokes, never have it revealed so much commotion at the highest level.

 

I’m deeply humbled in approach and lost in thoughts and expression, yet my spirit still senses your presence, unmeasurable, infinite holiness.

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