What shall I say, to keep heaven at bay
When ones words seem so contrite to thine heart
And I feel as if to shudder into decay
We find reprisal, to act upon what God starts.
What shall I say, to keep heaven at bay
This very soul seeks an eternal seat
In death, one must not find impatient delay
Love in which binds all, crave to most keep.
What shall I say, to keep heaven at bay
Close foolish eyes, and become attuned
All of our design is squalling away
Lo, into cosmic dust, for this we are groomed!
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