Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A Spiritual Journey

The dark one is observing in glee.
Dark and cold, but burning.
His darkness sends hate throughout me.
Sharp, his talon; scorching his ray.
The grass whithers under his dark, burning spell.
Give grace oh glorious, bright Son.
My stone heart will soften and swell.
The dark one will be overcome.
He continues to push ridicule
Through the hearts of many; the grass.
Black, scarred, sinister
This evil will pass.
The dark one will be overcome
Through much blood and bitter toil.
The glorious Son will shine on,
His millenial kingdom built over this messy soil.

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