You told me you'd believe it when you see it.
But, what can you see when your eyes were gouged in pride?
Flaunting to people with your own strength,
foolishly showing your medals has left you blind.
Yet, you talk down on what I've made.
Told me my words sound worthless.
Through my heart, it felt like a blade.
But it doesn't matter, your words are pointless.
You're a slave to your own demons,
unable to find peace and tranquility.
So now, I don't want to be angry at you anymore,
I want to help set you free.
Take my hand,
I will show you a way of peace and love.
You will find your strength not in me,
but the One up above.
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Dare to Believe: Volume 2
PoetryA series of poems, long or short, made with intent of inspiring whomever reads them. At least, that's what I wanted. Volume Two has poetry about Christianity, and also poetry expressing dark thoughts. They each have many heavy inspirations such as m...
