He comes not dressed in shinning armor,
He comes not riding chariots of fire,
He comes not accompanied by warriors,
But he comes.He comes with love and power to
save, to rescue her.
But will she be rescued?
Will she?
For she is set in her ways.
She claims to know it all.
How can he make her see?
When her scales have refused to
fall off from her eyes?
Who will save her?
For she has sewn herself deep,
deep into the fabric of destruction
Who can rescue her?
Who can?
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