You stepped into my dreams.
My vision complete.
Through my visage,
We became a mirage.
My premonition dislodged.
Our hearts beats contentment.
As we ascend,
To defend a fallacy.
A dream,
Not a reality.
A message.
My gift.
A divine from God.
Fell short of creation....
Interception!
Satans discretion....
Deception!
Hearts and Minds....
Not lossed!
Paths crossed....
Misplaced!
Fate is what's to be.
Grace is what shall be given.
Hope will find the key.
And forever we will be.
Hosea, Hosea...
Hope will find the key....
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