Her habitat

So dark and dreary

The spirit in her 

vexed and weary

She woke up in a weakened state

Her soul engorged with spite and hate.

Her love replaced with vanity;

She up and lost her sanity,

Gave demons what they longed to see...

Her sinkhole of despondency.

They lie in wait till time to pounce;

Till angels came in to announce

Her soul had now been claimed outright,

There'd be no yield without a fight.

Her dim cocoon then opened wide;

Majestic wings spread from inside,

What Yeshua worked hard to refine

Emerged anew; blessed and divine. 

His expectation, now her goal;

She eagerly pursues her role,

To multiply her light en masse;

Until her end should come to pass. 

With every day will rise the sun;

the darkness will not overcome;

With failure comes another try;

To rise as Yeshua's butterfly. 

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