Embracing narrowing paths closing in around to compress,

Interlacing my conscience with death as I regretfully progress,

Replacing any depth to my heart as I start to feel much less,

Facing torments of thorned spitefulness as my souls undressed,

Tracing my empty body behind that is frozen in distress,

Embracing hell wrapped in a tourniquet as the pains suppressed,

Praising the holy gratitude of saving her within my faithfulness,
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