Eloha
Left in solitary.
What shall I long for?
Lost in my head.
Whom shall I long for?
Death appears to be approaching.
Where shall I run for?
Life becomes useless.
Why must I live for?
In the valley amongst the shadows, and the theives of night.
All I need to escape is him.
He who creates.
He who loves.
He who gives mercy.
He who died.
He who is jealous of such a mere creature as myself.
My God My God
He is all I need.
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