When everything’s out of control,
there’s one thing silent grips will hold
In shadows only God can see
in crystals of the secrets be
From simple slip to oversight
the evil that comes with the night
and sometimes with the day
from heart to lips they pray...
Let not what is, come morrow know
what makeup cloaks and clothes won’t show
Let hands that fall like lead and stone
befall a fate from you alone
for vengeance God is thine
as sure as pain is time...
Each tick upon this clock of same
that chimes as heart does scream your name
What walls hide Lord you know...
release what clenches so.
Deo Volente
December 7, 2009
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