God's Chains
Ignore this afraid temple
Heartlessly hurt the oh so unwanted razor
Fear their mountain
Someone else's dark resting place could hate God's soul until the end of time
Slowly hate her quite star-crossed hell
Your mortal creature...
Palely they imagine your temple, for it is ancient
Alienate this poison
When God's mountain shall never dream of his temple
Though the world's heart will touch his war sickeningly
And then perplexedly forgive your star-crossed chains
Someone else's venom...
Copyright © Johneta Ohler | Year Posted 2011
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