I am desperate for a peaceful resting
From the exhaustion of nursing this electric surge tugging through my soul
Every strike invokes a hounding feeling of scornfulness
It is just too strong to calm
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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