No rest
For those who battle the wicked
We offer our lives
To the hollow and sick and
We cut ties
With our loved ones that follow
To shelter their souls
From the evil and sorrow.
Weary souls
Come forth now, be brave!
From the valley of shadows
We offer up the Name.
No need to hide your demons
When they have no place to stay.
No need to lay in your grave,
We'll pull you out
Unashamed.
This consuming fire
Burning inside
You cannot contain
This shadow you hide.
This shadow suffocating
Threatening the peace.
But this fire is unquenchable
It shall rage without ceasing.
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Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.
PoésieCompilation of different poems and rants that I've thought of and overall what goes through my mind when I think about life in general. Yeah. Enjoy.
