Diurnal Edge

Your form sneaking in
I am no stranger to crush
But this dance feels new

The Lord's Wisdom blooms
God gives teeth and then reveals
A set like shorn sheep

Like fools we must look
All smiles we grip orange line
Tethering balloon

Voldemort shifted
The scientists gained a car
"Gotcha" all that's heard

Chance invite The Bard?
What value have such questions
In echo chamber?

Voice of God heard clear
So I drop to a whisper
"You got this baby!"

"Everything to good"
...If evil one were a fool
I would cross the line.

"Children of God stand
It was immaterial
Pull sword from its sheath."

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