Release
the faith of a musterd seed
findly took hold
grabed me
pulled me in a surging shock cruent
I felt it
I could not release it
so overwelming
the sharp imiges
vioces from above and below
white light chaseing my crown like a throbing train
the fire weald up inside me
and my noes began to bleed
I saw truth as it was
each lie as a lie
my demons all lined up
crying for my retrun
beging and persuading my down fall
with a beam of light
they disapaired
Copyright © Shawn Davis | Year Posted 2007
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