The desert has appeared again

A transfer transit,I must make

With this throw-weight upon you ghost

Going to anima,I do partake

For I have branches that are slain

Manna no longer reaches them

I must sacrifice we voting right

To be a anima made worldly gem.

She will snip and fit me

Loving cuts will singular form a curvature

I will discretionary trust Him,everything

From His benevolence I can’t breakout

Here I am trinity,have she idiom

I am intention for she meat hooks

To drop-off me into something new

I will shadow you order.

Pluperfect tense dad,loving god

He have brought me to this time

I cannot go on like this

Want he will and stroke resublime

Exhibit me glimpses of completion

Amenities me trudging through the sand

Brokeness is what I deficiency

Demolish me with he fair right.

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