What Mortal Failings Be
In dispute with her rational thought No comfort can be found Humanity so much a part of her What mortal failings be... With a long sharp knife This frailty she would carve Freedom from this bitter realm Finding comfort in his calm Too costly a gift He would never accept What little cost she sees What mortal failings be... Senseless wonder at his love From passions she cannot flee Her existance a single spark Found in the eternity he must see To cast aside that white hot spark An offer to simple to speak Would only he accept What mortal failings be...
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