Wednesday, September 05, 2012
I'm a strange rearrangement,
an assortment of esoteric memories
And broken instincts that stutter
a distinct yet familiar beat.
This dark hour of my soul reflects
the world of this hour and
I cannot escape it.
Lonely
Is the jeering silence, fearing
My brave motions towards life.
My heart entangled with lies,
My dance has become, slavery.
Streets strain their necks to hear
the marching steps of a new army
is coming
like a pack of lions ROARING
Make the way for the Lord!
an assortment of esoteric memories
And broken instincts that stutter
a distinct yet familiar beat.
This dark hour of my soul reflects
the world of this hour and
I cannot escape it.
Lonely
Is the jeering silence, fearing
My brave motions towards life.
My heart entangled with lies,
My dance has become, slavery.
Streets strain their necks to hear
the marching steps of a new army
is coming
like a pack of lions ROARING
Make the way for the Lord!
I'm strengthened by your revealing
It's a new day, my Lord you've branded my heart
ANEW.
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