~~~~ when doves cry, heaven mourns in layers of inconsolable plea. darkness rejoices amidst the crumbling of a delicate pure as innocence whispers into the heart of deity, the intimate agony of it’s profound violation. the moon bleeds tears of deep pressing as a recumbent sun hibernates resolute in the tepid embrace of solitude’s encompassing solace.
when doves cry, the oceans rage in a chorus of surrounding forlorn. tempestuous indictments scream furious against the defilement of dreams clothed in cleansing judgment, seeking the spirit of a humble repentance long forsaken in tides of arrogant evolution. empathy’s withered heart breaks in resonating quivers of earth’s regurgitating purge of salvation's pacifying burn.
when doves cry, peace is consumed with failing grace, bound under the burdened shadow of conceit's possessive intent ~~~
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