Do not fear Nor turn away
This is not
The Apocalypse
Surely
A moving on
The waiting
For some end
For choices
To be made
An abandonment
Of a no longer
Useful place
And you had come
From the park
Land
That rose behind
The feral growth
With
A once lover
Turned
Less
Much less
So you fled
And now
Here
In your
Fear
In your
Nakedness
You
Seek
Shelter
Sanctuary
Do not fear
Your redeemer
Is here
Will succor you
Differently
A price
His price
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