My heavy heart, His leaden wings
together
have the strength
to lift many souls
from the shackles of this earthen prison
to the halls of eternity.
Into His arms
as vast as time
come millions seeking but a kiss,
a memory,
a sweetness thought forgotten,
rekindled on those cold, clay lips-
The rapture to which we all succumb,
is Death.


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