I looked at the rampage on the pages.
Words scribbled in search of redemption
And stricken off by sins of despair.
Surely, this is not the promised road to Elysium.
Nothing would grow
Out of these half bled out pages
and an ancient pen.
I have to go out into the world and seek my redemption.
- - - -
These open windows
Let streaks of sunlight drift in
Reeking of her light
Words scribbled in search of redemption
And stricken off by sins of despair.
Surely, this is not the promised road to Elysium.
Nothing would grow
Out of these half bled out pages
and an ancient pen.
I have to go out into the world and seek my redemption.
- - - -
These open windows
Let streaks of sunlight drift in
Reeking of her light
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