Exhaust The Soul
03:37 Nov 24 2021
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Exhausted like a lantern
Left to stay in the storm,
Emotions I can barely explain in turn
Roiling like a war, an entire world torn...
Only waiting to be free
From this place of pain and scorn,
A winged fog of fury,
Too weak to fly, yet too stern to bow...
The tears that fall from My eyes
Are nothing compared to those inside;
Beckoning like a raging pyre on the tide,
Can call for help, but see only distant skies.
I can feel the storm
Beckoning like a thorn
To the toll of the bell
For the calling of Hell.
Awakened by the burning rage,
Unleashed with the turning of the page
From a peaceful chapter to the next,
Like a damn rapture of war's context.
The tears to fall again
Are nothing to the deeper pain;
The desire to scream so overpowering,
The urge to destroy is like a pyre,
Burning out of control with a forest fire!
The saturation inside,
The flames should be awry!
But the sorrow only adds to the fuel
Burning through the tears as the few real fall!
As I stand alone, upon an ice cold throne,
Built only of snow and steel, brought to a hone,
I can hear that voice, whispering of My choice;
"Don't give up and don't give in,
But remember why you have embraced your 'sin'..."
With a shine and glistening,
Like the way I became as I am today,
I can feel the crystal blood
Still a-raging like a flood...
Surrounded by sickness and disease,
Lives waning like the moon,
To take the weight and never crease,
Is it any wonder I would rather be asleep for doom?
Fuck the "doom and gloom",
I've been burned alive too many times to care!
Yet instead of ashes, I arise from the smoke
Laughing with a pain and passion of Hell to invoke!
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