Access of Arms

No intentions,

     Sister Alice on a spike, Conviction of a judicial system's prejudice against would be death on a birth bed mothers to be, Repentance call from the single digit phone of hell, Life with lines attached missing in a pool of blood spent at being born.

     'Dearest loved one, wish I were alive to hold you, even just one time... But I shan't ever be near, forced by a system to declare notice on either you or I in a moment's notice of choice, The loneliness of the obsidian dream of hell allows too much time for the soul's unison with sorrow. Don't ever draw near to the gates, that is my greatest fear.'

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