As the door shatters when you touch its hand,
fearful wind slips through the unending rift.
Hinting its purpose, now fallen from lies
enslaved to mysteries kiss.
Beneath this obstruction lies immortal night
where you hide lurking in unending bliss.
A rose in gardens once ceased to be
whose thorn will bludgeon my fear.
As the door shatters its pieces will form
the soul lost lock on a soul lusting church.
Behind its shield and armor we hear
resent repeat its name
as regret repeats again.
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