Reprieve
I hold life In the palm of my hand. It circles my soul, filling me with
light. Thought the face of a man lies before me, the strength of the
gods fills me with might. I bow down before them, those who rule
death and eternity. Will they let me take that final stand? These
questions rave dying to be released. Maybe the truth will finally be
known.
Copyright © Taylor Cormier | Year Posted 2014
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