Oceans rage within his feeble mind.
Running through grasses, unconsciously blind.
To the perils, that lie in wait for the one.
Who knows not the price paid for salvation.
Mercy now drops at the rudders of sin.
And me, a frail soul, lost in between.
Longing for the touch of redemption.
Amid-st the seeming trials and temptation.
In the depths of fear, nemesis is born.
A twin of karma, shining at the glint of dawn.
Evil chains the conscience with the truth of guilt.
Annihilating the walls, built by repute.
Now hear me Lord, my wails, my paled cry.
Let me through, the gates of heaven with a smile.
Beyond this life, where shores are grim.
Make me that vessel, filled to the brim.
To revive the vine that falsehood has ruptured.
Preparing the saints for the rapture.
© 2013
Danny El
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