Be Damned

She stood in the Heavens
and time became for my true;
Like an angel in the morning glow.

Holding stories of old,
still her fleeting heart
With eyes trimmed in roses and prayers.

Who will be damned in the river
of your holocaust?
Who will survive in the pale light
of my hearts indecision?

There's no love here for you,
no end at the beginning;
Just your skin growing older.

Now time has struck for you,
my arms have fallen;
I'm not afraid of the sorrow.

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