O God—the mighty King of all,
May I embrace Your radiant grace?
I asked for YOUR salvation,
While rage, and anger, and red burned in my heart.
My soul was tainted—
Reduced to ashes in this newborn world.
Yet—
When darkness embraced me,
And I glimpsed its edge,
I felt the warmth of Your salvation.
O God, I humbly ask You
To forgive Your sinful child.
When blue shadows stained my thoughts,
And my soul drifted in vain,
I could not fathom the fate You gave.
O God, I asked You
To save me—again, and again.
When the joy of my life vanished,
And everything turned meaningless,
As I grieved and cried,
Your Light shone brightest
Upon this calm, devouring darkness—
That swallowed
Me.
As butterflies took to the sky,
And the light within my heart
Bloomed—
Then withered,
And withered again,
A will to live still burned within my veins,
Even as I held my fierce sword
Close to my chest.
O God,
May I ask once more for Your salvation?
For Your sinful child—
May I cleanse this rotting body?
O dear God,
Is it too late to return to You?
As the thread of my life nears its end,
Can I still knock upon Your door,
And embrace Your Light—
At the end of my days?
The spring wind kissed my soul,
Saying goodbye
To this cold, sinful world—
For the last time.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
O God—the mighty King of all,
May I embrace Your radiant grace?
I asked for YOUR salvation,
While rage, and anger, and red burned in my heart.
My soul was tainted—
Reduced to ashes in this newborn world.
Yet—
When darkness embraced me,
And I glimpsed its edge,
I felt the warmth of Your salvation.
O God, I humbly ask You
To forgive Your sinful child.
When blue shadows stained my thoughts,
And my soul drifted in vain,
I could not fathom the fate You gave.
O God, I asked You
To save me—again, and again.
When the joy of my life vanished,
And everything turned meaningless,
As I grieved and cried,
Your Light shone brightest
Upon this calm, devouring darkness—
That swallowed
Me.
As butterflies took to the sky,
And the light within my heart
Bloomed—
Then withered,
And withered again,
A will to live still burned within my veins,
Even as I held my fierce sword
Close to my chest.
O God,
May I ask once more for Your salvation?
For Your sinful child—
May I cleanse this rotting body?
O dear God,
Is it too late to return to You?
As the thread of my life nears its end,
Can I still knock upon Your door,
And embrace Your Light—
At the end of my days?
The spring wind kissed my soul,
Saying goodbye
To this cold, sinful world—
For the last time.
I forgot this website exists.. so I'll continue to used this for my writing ig
