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His Glorious Arrival
It was a lonely hour
and down came the raging shower
It was of acid and of fire
rings of fiery tyres.
The tears flowed freely
A cacophony of deafening noises
resounded in the air abundantly
Echoes of past failures
marching like the hoards of hell
ringing the danger bell
a mystery for a story to tell.
My heart melted in fear at the remembrance
of those moments I shamefully fell
caged in a gory trance
hypnotized and controlled by the flesh.
My story is one of dread
My vision is stained with blood's red
I failed to hold onto life's thin thread
In a wooden grave I lay and dead.
But there is a faint lining of hope
out on the horizon
A blurry vision of a warrior rising
Having in him, words for revival, and
Approaching his gracious arrival.
© rapturegrace
and down came the raging shower
It was of acid and of fire
rings of fiery tyres.
The tears flowed freely
A cacophony of deafening noises
resounded in the air abundantly
Echoes of past failures
marching like the hoards of hell
ringing the danger bell
a mystery for a story to tell.
My heart melted in fear at the remembrance
of those moments I shamefully fell
caged in a gory trance
hypnotized and controlled by the flesh.
My story is one of dread
My vision is stained with blood's red
I failed to hold onto life's thin thread
In a wooden grave I lay and dead.
But there is a faint lining of hope
out on the horizon
A blurry vision of a warrior rising
Having in him, words for revival, and
Approaching his gracious arrival.
© rapturegrace
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