He didn't let me go.
When every human hand can no longer hold me, catch my fingers.
He did not let me go.
Here comes the morning Thomas Wolfe.
Here comes the sun on the street that never emptied out my window.
There's my heart beating, it wouldn't stop feeling, it wouldn't give up.
There go the lies I vomited up. They are no longer of me, in me. Damned are you death, God-Damned are you lies.
YHWH, he has held me. Hakkadosh, my name comes from his lips.
I could not run from you.
You fought back. You fought for me.
You conquer death, and I'm holding you to your covenant. Justice.
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