The cherub was now condemned to burn in hell, and his human body was no longer returned to him. He and his angels were sentenced to burn forever in hell when the time came.
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Vulnerability, sensitivity,
Feels like all eyes on me,
Turning towards, they follow,
Touching, watching, in the hollow.
I run and fall, they catch me still,
Idolized, riding fame's thrill,
Flashed, captured, freedom's steal,
Emotions, feelings, they congeal.
Now it's my clothes they tear, I'm bare,
Yet I accept, truth I dare.
Beneath the facade, I see,
Spinning, they catch, closer to me.
Savored, devoured by the TV's glow,
In this rodeo, emotions flow.
- Poem by me named rodeo
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Three swans. Pen and pencil. 1858. Border detail.
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