Need it reign this supreme
over us-- death's ****** up message..
do we lay down
and let its shadowed ways
continue to run over the top of us--
the way that it has,
since flesh-wrapping's first advent?
My beautiful, broken-one deserves a chance--
may my whole world be of that
which most, brings her hope.
My beautiful, sweet young:
so very, unfairly stung
by that which steals the mind away
into the shadows of insanity
in and through the injustice-sufferings--
gifted, from an unholy company
of a light-dimming, buffering
these dealers of this ****..
dispensers, all
of this death of the spirit;
these forever unholy
robbers, of the Glory
that was always
always
always
meant to be, our own.
precious-one--
the renewing of your beautiful
war-torn mind will come to you
in and through, the healing light of perspective