Love Myself Evermore
Love Myself Evermore
Blessed by the heavens above.
Never a feeling for the things I should love.
Every day a chance to repent,
But daily, without thought, I contend.
In the depths of despair
I find a piece of myself, shattered, ready to repair.
I'm at the bottom of the lake of fire and brimstone.
Through clear waters and orange reflections
I look up to find the All Knowing,
My creator and light
Embracing me without slight.
None other can compare.
I now realize the depths of despair
Introduce me to someone I know is not there.
I rise above in worlds unknown,
Standing next to my creator with infinite happiness,
Loving myself to the very bone.
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