The terror is almost over, soon I will be far away,
Never to feel the daggers to my heart,one sweet day.
The pouring rain of the sorrow ripping at my brain,
The betrayal of the soul, deception is all that came.
Death has reached into the deepest parts causing unrest,
Deceiving the spirit to think I'd been divinely blessed.
Horror in fact is the truth in knowing the blackness smell,
Corrosion in the heart, piercing the devil's haunted yell.
Enlightenment in each daily meditation of divine activation,
Forever God's spiritual child, saved from our cold deviation.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2011
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