No light inside – I’ve entered a dark lift;
Doors closed. Will it go down to hell?
My white skin’s chill grew up in every cell,
My black soul doubts induced my thoughts to drift.
I closed my eyes like doors – there is no light.
What kind of threads will lead me up to God?
Oh, just the only one! And it is called
Like you're – maybe, a Message; maybe – a Delight!
Lifting Down
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