Dear Father,
Through the porthole of ages where space and time have no dominion my spirit was made flesh. Your breath filled my temple and opened the chambers of my heart. Seems like only yesterday I cried. Touch my crown and each day I wake...ongoing is the journey toward my fate. Father, this is a mysterious place so if I make it back unlock the gates from afar! I want to see the look of defeat upon the morning star. Meanwhile, I will ever write my heart though the watchers record my every move, my every scar.
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