Apr 2020
When all feels lost.
And
Concrete becomes quick-sand.
I grasp for the shadows.
And
Within those shadows.
I hear Death’s laughter.
See His smile.
Feel His fire.
And I am comforted.
And
Concrete becomes quick-sand.
I grasp for the shadows.
And
Within those shadows.
I hear Death’s laughter.
See His smile.
Feel His fire.
And I am comforted.
