Gales of Destruction
Gales of Destruction
Sounds of weeping rise
midst morning's heat.
Unholy renegade's begin
nipping at your feet.
Pandering good intentions
only to achieve personal gain.
Spewing down hot embers
that burn like an acid rain.
Devising evil upon hearts
attacking our emotional throne.
Multiplied affliction's corral
an innocent families home.
Weaving a trap of deceit then
reveling in their destruction.
Caging a man's ability to see how
deception advances during construction.
Their tongues are like a cat of nine
tails ripping the flesh with sorrow.
Readying a man's peaceful spirit to
endure years of painful tomorrow's.
Thriving on emotions they
come as a thief in the night.
Tearing down family unity
as depression steals your fight.
Riffs of this dirt devil exudes
a pulse of rotating waves.
Blinding us from deliverance
when God comes to save.
As lightning strikes like
arrows of powerful flashes.
Numbers of the wounded rise
shedding their fearful ashes.
The renegade's shutter as
we are raised to our feet.
Fortified in His armor we
conquer the renegade's seat.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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