I’m An Abel

Mother save us
We crossed Their Wall
met Saints unborn
and wooed them all

I met an angel named Your A Will, fill my visions
He thanked me and declared his post highest honor
His gold sword only flames for those who wander

I begged for a gem from a garden so noble
He showed me lambs screaming for blood
Clothes of skin and then our Flood

The lamb I become is poor shadow of Love
But the shepherd swallows my pains
You last to bash me shall be my Cains

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