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Sacred Treble

My mournful tear, a sacred hell, a wisdom torn, a mystic bell.
And arc aflame, a cycle turn, the birth of love, a soul to
Churn. Read the caption, the ghost of God, a treble Ark, a
Sacred rod. And dungeon love, a voice aflame, a Kingdom
Come, the vox of pain. My sacred heart, a steeple torn, a
Demon light, an angel born. And crypt to script, the crux of
Christ, a cryptic cross, a cultic flight. And sparks aflare,
Despite the death, the dirge of wings, the flux of breath.Ā 

My mournful tear, a sacred hell, a wisdom torn, a mystic bell.
And myth to life, the ash of prayer, the mass of life, a mystic
Flare. And read the blood, a shower born, the fey of script,
A light to mourn. My sacred ghost, a treble dance, a trestle
Tide, a mystic trance. And dungeon love, a voice aflame, a
Kingdom come, a vox of pain.Ā Ā 

Sacred: holy; dear in the eyes of God; deserving of spiritual/religious appreciation.
Mystic: a mysterious reality; an inward chamber where divine communion takes place; a sudden awareness where insight into difficult matters are revealed; a vibration within the heart; an energy rippling through one’s entire being. This is a partial, working definition. It is not intended to capture the mystic principle in its entirety.
Arc: a continuous circle/cycle; a circle/cycle generated by electricity.
Vox: voice; vocals.
Cryptic: containing within a hidden, often impenetrable dimension; when the entirety of meaning is only grasped in conjunction with the surface context and the core context combined.Ā Ā 
Cultic: I employ this concept to reference veneration of Christ, and hidden realities.
Treble: consisting of three parts, such as the Trinity, or three levels of the afterworld (i.e. Heaven, The Middle world, and Hell).

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