A wave of trash covers,
a fowl stench of cruelty overwhelms.
Coarse words stab,
while self-absorbed eyes take jabs.
The presence of one is acid to another,
eating away at any chance of a pleasant time.
Hopelessness looks like hope, since all else seems so dark.
Hate sounds more like love, since the pain is so intense.
And Melancholy is the tune of a songbird, compared to dreams that were sung of before, which are now dashed into forgotten pieces of futility.
Yes, the tide is up, drowning all chances.
It IS the final hour.
But then there is a faint blast of a whistle...
Light has arrived!
A net of rays is dropped over darkness,
majestically concealing the Lie's power.
That haunting wave, which was just a few moments ago a towering heap that blocked the sun, it is burning.
The rancid burial cloth no longer holds me down. Although I feel like I should burn with the mess... I am not.
I am being transformed into the light-- by the Light.
Oh, how the pride-induced word-piercing has stopped! And once-raging eyes are bound shut by Great Revelation!
The poisonous personality has been vanquished, along with its effects!
Hope has returned and hopelessness is a thing of the past.
Hate cannot stand, because Love is to strong.
And a New Vision is cast before me.
The climbing tide is thrown into the Sea of Forgetfulness. Therefore, Fear's time is up.
The time that promised no hope, now, only points to it...
That Light...
That Revelation...
That Love...
...My God, Who is my Hope.
"This is love... that God first loved us..." (1 John 4:10)
a fowl stench of cruelty overwhelms.
Coarse words stab,
while self-absorbed eyes take jabs.
The presence of one is acid to another,
eating away at any chance of a pleasant time.
Hopelessness looks like hope, since all else seems so dark.
Hate sounds more like love, since the pain is so intense.
And Melancholy is the tune of a songbird, compared to dreams that were sung of before, which are now dashed into forgotten pieces of futility.
Yes, the tide is up, drowning all chances.
It IS the final hour.
But then there is a faint blast of a whistle...
Light has arrived!
A net of rays is dropped over darkness,
majestically concealing the Lie's power.
That haunting wave, which was just a few moments ago a towering heap that blocked the sun, it is burning.
The rancid burial cloth no longer holds me down. Although I feel like I should burn with the mess... I am not.
I am being transformed into the light-- by the Light.
Oh, how the pride-induced word-piercing has stopped! And once-raging eyes are bound shut by Great Revelation!
The poisonous personality has been vanquished, along with its effects!
Hope has returned and hopelessness is a thing of the past.
Hate cannot stand, because Love is to strong.
And a New Vision is cast before me.
The climbing tide is thrown into the Sea of Forgetfulness. Therefore, Fear's time is up.
The time that promised no hope, now, only points to it...
That Light...
That Revelation...
That Love...
...My God, Who is my Hope.
"This is love... that God first loved us..." (1 John 4:10)
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