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Josh Schrader Jun 2016
Tread lightly I will,
For this sleeping giant inside is alive and well.
Defeat an impossibility,
I will try still.

Once on the surface... apparent and true,
Sunk now below, waiting for fuel.
Steal away tinder, please God no sparks,
With endless blood in the water, it circles me like sharks.

Behold! New life! Could this be the end?
The end of this Hell, this monstrous trend?
Ascension of spirit, elevate hope...
Slowly i climb, up this perilous *****.
The apex elusive, a perpetual mount.
Strength beyond strength, I begin to discount.
Stuck in this purgatory, of despair and bliss.
I will press on, this giant can't win.
Josh Schrader Jun 2016
I internalize, so not to compromise, the real life situation.

I realize, the real prize, is spiritual education.

Though it is little, I feel I've reached the middle, of the power of my soul.

And the following will stand, I have seen first hand, that I reap what I sow.

That being said, the life that I've led, won't haunt me in the end.

So......

In the end, I will lend, what I can, to the men, that will mend and defend what we've done.

I will stand, by that man, until I cannot stand, the demand, of the land, washed by flood.

We together can weather, this weather together, whether or not we were together, in the birth.

Side step opposition, without proposition, combine our visions, we thirst.

Let this be our trend, to the future we send, our spirit, our faith, and our trust.

I cannot see, any other possibility, our benevolence here is a must.

— The End —