Rapture

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Touched by a brilliant shine,

encapsulated by something truly divine.


Given pleasure from grace,

unfurled into excruciating light.

Pursuit of ecstasy is an infinite chase,

from the hands of angels to smite.


A throne of divinity to capture,

crowned by the bittersweet rapture.


Heaven opens its gates,

trumpets roar in honor of all that is sacred.

A divine catastrophe encapsulates,

the long-sought reward of faith consecrated.


Asphyxiated by apocalyptic light,

allowing our crooked souls to take a reluctant flight.

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