Cold fangs, beastly eyes, no warmth for me inside,
Where last disillusions of loveness and goodness dies
Devouring the heart hurt above the labor's strains,
A holy lie that birthed this spasm of visceral pain,
The soul is torn by horror's sudden grip,
As truth bleeds out from mercy’s broken lip,… is this your wish?!
A grim delivery by the final thorn veil, Graveyard to deliver my crave
Of nonexistence…
O,
God Jeshua, your Will be done!
Not mine.
God be blessed, Source of all blessings
Have mercy on me
Apart,
Guts spilled.
About the Creator
Iris V.
spirit precedes everything
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