Reaper; sow my sins into a fire
So,
That finally,in kindlings, I’ll see your face again
What I wouldn’t give, for you to lower your hood
I want to see
the expressions of everyone you take
Bad, or good
Reaper; show your face
So
I know who I’m kissing
Reaper; grant me this thing,
Your frozen morning before sun comes up
The fog surrounding so much
And a silhouette
Comes into frame
It’s a cloaked man
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No, thats a seraphim
Making love to itself; infinitely
Under a cloak of midnight stars
As above, with the universe as Chaos,
And him in it,
And this macro-verse covering all of us
Can’t we live though this death yet,
Into love and depths
What I wouldn’t give
to see your eyes
And end up looking further
And deeper into mine