At_Last

Cluain Loiste (Burned Meadow) G.F.E. McGuiness For the soul of no repentance Waits a bleak enduring sentence. But what of zombies such as I Too wont of heaven's heat to die? If and when, should God request, In judgment at the final test "Before Me, let your past unfold, Be sure no detail goes untold. State, with candor, every strife. Recount each joy and sin of life." Will my hollow shell embolden? "Along with Caitlin, life was stolen. In this vacuum nothing stirs. All the good in me was hers. The rest is all just marking time In vengeance of that crime." When filtered light is all we know, Dare we let our essence show? For I can conjure no redress For worse than loss of her caress.

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