Son, and Holy Spirit.
Invisible, the wealth inherent.
Altering the scientific mode.
A touch of warmth within the icy cold.
Bizarre beliefs would creep into
solutions that they never knew.
Heredity became a damned disease.
All perfect beauty ruined
by the realm of their exclusions.
Insistently they claimed
that they could hold the dark at bay.
Yet there within the dark, a gathering
of greater power was replete in given
hours of their death. When at the last,
their master must express his feel
of utter hopelessness. Digression fell
in pain-filled rounds of deeply dark
depression. Dispersing back into
the elements. They ran in circles
as they tried to vent the awesome pull
of spirit to the core that never knew -
of loving shared, of souls that dared
to come to love the others
through and through...
? Michaelette ?
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