If you look closely and try,
You may see things that are alive.
That hide behind the veil lifted;
Reveals a soul oh so dark ,
Utterly twisted at heart.
You may see things huge and torn,
A memory of childhood born,
And blood seeping through the core,
And not a place you want to live.
What unstable being lerks within,
When we see passed our own sin,
Seek forgiveness and find that,
A monster still lerks there in.
He hides with growls and much power;
He is the epic Grendle to slay,
Did Beowulf forget to prey,
A seething demon hiding,
Would never arise again and–
We can’t hide behind our horror.
We can’t decide we’re afflicted,
And let the demon in his —
Golden palace glitter sleep.
We must fight the monster hid,
Deep beneath our normal-self.
The part that no one can see,
The soul in a dark prison,
A prison of ebony.
What capricious darling,
Needs to be torn to pieces.
The light envades the darkest–
Places in our hearts and minds,
My soul wakes up to find that God,
Designed us a Camaflouge,
We should never hide from He
Who is every space and those —
Hidden inbetween sight.
We are able to find within what–
Has hid and free ourselves from —
A captivity and find–
A dream of peacefulness,
Divine providence, focus.
Don’t let the darkness win the
War for your soul and fight it–
You are hidden away and–
Safe, once condemned but alive,
With the coming of the light,
Remove the shackles and clothes,
That hid the human within the
Walls of oppression and sin;
Of Camaflouge you have —
No need, go now, be at peace.
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