Judeo-Christian
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He imparts me with His royalty & fills me with His love for me
He seats me amongst nobility, renting showers from above
He takes me to His gardens—replete with gushing, bubbling springs
In a fractured, tormented soul...
It has been said there are many rooms.
But some prefer, I think...
To forever call them tombs.
Poor spliced-trashed souls wander motionless...
