He missed the mark
It crouches at the entrance
Summoned from the heart
A sad acceptance
Blame me if you must
It might be justifiable
Then return to the dust
And hold the flesh reliable
Paul said to fight
But do we fight for the king
When we sow what we like
And reap bitter things?
Seeking a reward
Better than refined gold
To die by the sword
After our loved ones grow old
The temple caves in
Due to indecision
It plagues us outside in
A little more than freedom
And yet they return to white
Our tears will cease to sting
We come out of this plight
And obey the glorious king
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Fights Without Fears Within
PoetryA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.
