My Ceaseless Torment
I can feel blades of steel tearing deep into my soul.
Yet no blood pours out of it and still it feels whole.
It keeps existng, despite the waves of terrible pain.
As my eyes flow like the waters of a monsoon rain.
There is nothing that I can do to end my ceaseless torment.
Except to prostrate myself to God and truly repent.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
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