StateOfEcstasy
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He was love
Love as a dove
He love sweetly from above.
He was the pleasure of every heart
Melodious beat every, in every beat
The song sung from afar which lit.
Still darkness engulfs me
Like a sea of liquid ink
When a hand palms my chest
Bashing like a bomb
Bashing like a bomb
Rhythmically
Just as I take the offensive
I see the mistaken oppressor
