The Queen's Letters 3

Written by Ronald Campbell |
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The day comes dear husband and the truth is hidden and the great pain of me speaks once more. For I alone am barren without words. yea alone to listen to my great sorrows. Lord how the blood in me seeks to change course! unknown forces hurl up this punishment of mine which is heard only by the nights. How your voice breaks me open and haunts me like a woman monster? The child in me bring forth speaking words that dance and am alive, now dry me up empty and sweet like salt water fierce with attach hidden within my intelligence. for it's chambers withdraws nothing! you dear husband with your mighty words against mine sin toyou ask come your way. no without fail I pray and weep and you don't hear. open, Establish, to seal up your path from me! conceal my corruption to end my immoratlity, that which is the ignorant faith of me! the madness of misery that weights this living dream of me, for such a thing is poison that moves freely within me! pleasure delight me to roar and drown my joy, So lift up again in me the innocent delight with no more errors! Bless that old original trersure God made first! To quite my soul in this work of darkness that you have set me soul in. Death shall surly reap the bath upon my lips. withdraw the windless mornings and those young lords that are at the bottomless dismay of my tragic vows! Let my eyes weep no more of this shame. but seek rest in God's creatures upon their names. to pass by forth the first lable from the fierce fight of death's assaults! for if the father in heaven and his son can forgive that delight call man, how is it you can not trun me back into your fruit of delight? 

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Author: Ronald Campbell
in darkness the loud sea makes moan and earth is shaking, and I alone have come into exsit


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