My many poems thread
Woe
Denial, thou art a King,
Rule us you shall.
Through all that we hear,
Know Not at all.
Denial, You King,
Rule us we call.
So that birds may sing,
Yet trees shall still fall.
Denial, You sweet overlord,
From hearts depth to sore,
You keep us well and timely,
until death, while you soar.
Deny me my Love,
and I shall deny
All, but thee.
Deny me my King,
and I shall deny,
death and thus Who.



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