Soul survivor
In the blackest binding darkness,
An old decaying carcass lay,
a heavy beached soul,
Blood poured from a hole
Where a blow was beat,
Its essences smelt of clear defeat.
Howling madness ripped the air,
It’s beauty transparent to those unfair,
Low, behold a shining light, like
A candle lit at night,
Opened up and beckoned all in,
As the soul was clean from sin,
It fell sweetly to dreamy sleep,
Hallowing, stopped to weep...
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