Spirals
Dark spirals waft their evil tenticles
About all my friends...
Hungry to devour hearts,
if not souls...
We need our Protector,
As we rarely call out to,
To see us through these times
Our appeals
Through the burst of prayers
You surely noticed...
With none more sorely pleaded for,
Than but for the innocent children
Help us, Dear God.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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