woe unto him

Woe unto the man who yearns to learn my mind

For the corners and crevices are filled with the unexpected

Skeletons remain unseen

Hopes and dreams lay dormant

And what can be done for a mind that wanders too freely?

That takes in, traps, and twists the reality?

Explained to no one who cares to listen

Alone in its world of creative altruism and selfish acceptance

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Woe unto the man who wants to keep my soul

For I am afraid once lost it shall never return

If it runs, let it be

If it is pushed, it shall fly

And what can be done for a soul in need of rescue?

What hero could withstand the trials I put forth?

Attest to my sovereignty of error

My evasive reasoning leads towards the undesired

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Woe unto the man who deserves to capture my heart

For I am sure he will find it little more than an empty shell

A muscle without strength

A life force without purpose

And what can be done for a heart given carelessly for love?

How could I have anticipated the consequences?

Given freely at each chance for eternity

Only to be returned damaged, altered, consequentially corrupted

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Woe unto me to keep but a shred of hope for deliverance

For my mind, soul, and heart could be my greatest gifts

But I am my personal jailor

A raised drawbridge to happiness

And what can be done to save the wandering, lost, and corrupted?

Why should I be so lucky as to have a volunteer for the task?

He loves me dearly so shares my unrest

He wants me for his own, his life, his light, and his love