Love Myself Evermore

Love Myself Evermore

 

Blessed by the heavens above.

Never a feeling for the things I should love.

Every day a chance to repent,

But daily, without thought, I contend.

 

In the depths of despair

I find a piece of myself, shattered, ready to repair.

 

I'm at the bottom of the lake of fire and brimstone.

Through clear waters and orange reflections

I look up to find the All Knowing,

My creator and light

Embracing me without slight.

None other can compare.

I now realize the depths of despair

Introduce me to someone I know is not there.

 

I rise above in worlds unknown,

Standing next to my creator with infinite happiness,

Loving myself to the very bone.

 

 

 

 

 

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