#godsprotection
Amiss am I, awry I be, with thought's not of this sphere, O' how I thinkest of the real me. The real me with none dermis, the reality of none colored blood. I'm katharí psychí;
Of the empyrean love.
Wherein the substance and materials aren't bought, nor sold; I'm sick of the greed, the wantonness, that makes monsters out of men.
I've experienced wantonness, though verily it doesn't please me, I've tasted Lust's, and lust conceives sin;
Sin leadeth to death.
Lord Almighty, protect me from the demon's that never rest, nor do they sleep;
They art witty, unforgiving, they make men's heart's their places to eat and invest.
Renew me Yahweh in this mortal stress, keep mine eye's on thee; O'
Mighty king.
Free me of mine burdens;
And mine restlessness.
Let thine light,
Overshadow me.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC