𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

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❝ 𝐋𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭é 𝐝𝐞 𝐥'𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 . ❞


        𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆—

                                                      When all's was dark, Thou were there for me.

        Thou were there to guide me, as a person dangling fresh meat in front of a slobbering hound; I was steered by the words Thou say, with Thy mesmerising voice I was hypnotised by. 

        I had devoted mine life to nobody else yet Thou, a God who's worth mine existence and all of the orb. Eternal life I hast long wished for and this Thou hast granted; I've bileven there to be nought in this universe to ever hinder Thy capabilities.

        I've aye bileven the imagining of there existing eternal bliss, especially after I hast seen destiny through the eye of heaven. If the orb is at peace, shall that leden to Thy rebirth?

        𝐁𝐔𝐓—

                       Why hast I felt the want to distance myself aroint from Thou? I begin to ponder over the days I hast spent underneath the daystar's gaze—if the eyes interpret the soul's true intentions, hast I been lying to the divinity I hast been singing mine prayers upon?

        𝐈𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍—

                                                                                                        Why hast Thou forsaken I?

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