That day

That day 
Pieces of the sky fell to the earth
The passions of men were dragged in the soil
Trust become an unwelcome friend
The wings of every bird dissolved in the air
There were no fruits after the flowers-
and thorns had great power
Snow was ash from the battle of angels
There was no hope to spark the engines
So they walked or sat in their dungeons
Waiting on the oil of freedom -
and a glory to unravel

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Fierce love caught me by my sleeve
I pondered on it in my sleep-
and it grew a shell that covered my shamed skin

Silent love gave me a voice to sing
I sang hymns with the holy birds of spring-
Indulging the ruler of realms

Suffering love drowned my every fear
I went and sought bounty in the enemie's midst-
and my arms were free, for treasures came out following me

Pure love cleansed my blood of sin
I dreamt of an ever warm sun once that year-
and I poured my minds' war into the cold sea

My chest now swells with gladness
Seeing that great affection extended its reach to cover me
To save me from eternal ending

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A ransom for his origin
An endless love collision
A rose that bled crimson
Revealing the praised hallowed
Filling mens' hollow
Decelerations from the higher deep
Of mercies and consecrated peace
Voice manifest as presence
Essence sculpted bodily
The breathing expression
Deity in motion
Passion in action

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The beast

Rescue me from the jaws of the beast
Despair he feeds from me 
My limbs are weak and stiff
I am at the end of what I thought was me
Confront my anguish and tears 
They are a potion of mixed beliefs
I wandered and wandered and fell into the mouth of the beast
Now I sit and stare
As he chews and churns 
Everyone else is unaware of the horror of his glare
All they see is a friendly man 
I tire of this curse
The fading strength of my bare hands 
I thought this was the way of the free
A life lived with no paid fees
I cannot tell for sure what I really need
Each day brings no relief
He lies and they believe
He is actually a thief 
Now I find myself trying to escape 
My minds’ most evil plague 
My soul is grappling about, for a life worthy to undertake
All my days, I spend dreaming of someplace safe
Still, I get weaker and more frail
Who can speak for me and free me from this cage


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I'm addicted to home
Being alone
Songs have a different tone
and my skin is a robe
Comfort dances in my bones
Bringing cheer to my soul
Drowning out life's blows
Coaxing the rhythm of slow
Separating friend from foe
Maintaining the mode of hope
Silently bright like the sun
so free and carefree

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